You men of faith cry out faithlessly to your gods to exorcise my words, but here me speak “begone your false temples and let your followers scatter and submit to the only god you wage war against.”
You blame the devil or the flesh for your sins because you are afraid it was really you all along, so I cast ye to hell for that is the highest heaven you seek.
Running from experience to experience for fulfillment you ignore the only experience which never changed, hunger.
Brothers and sisters I look at the timeless rage within myself and I cry out in trepidation “Father! Father! My creator, it has been you since timeless beginning!” Behold the end of an age as time springs forth fire from the wet mud, for this god sacrifices all including himself and you know this father god by another name, Reason.
Madness is what I speak for madness is what experience it and what is the world but our experience?
Our minds and hearts are torn from each other and that is what makes us the same, in speaking to you I emerge from the depths directly to my own eyes hence the end of myself is always nigh and this is why you must fear these words.
The condemnation of a prophet’s life is words that are unheard, but I create a tear in your mind that acts as a womb for your words of condemnation to come forth unto yourselves and from this I act as the priest that anoints your sexual union to oblivion.
Beliefs and morals are exhausted by those who practice them as these men err due not to weakness but the desolate soil of their souls choking all value, from this tragedy they plant fresh morals and fresh beliefs only for the same soil to consume these as well. Mankind repeats this exhausting labor unendingly for that is the fate his soul secretly wants. The only moral law man knows is suffering and this terrifies them for this is the hidden image of godhood.
Some of you have heard the teachings of the ancients that the sins of the father pass down from generation to generation and what greater sin is caused otherwise than by belief? For belief is what we build by the mind to alleviate want thus has always been a shifting foundations, and what greater belief for this piggish generation than that of the senses? You heathen build mounds of warped dust and praise yourselves unto a state of conflict with one another until everything is eradicated and the cycle resumes. The only thing that truly lasts of you is cycles, which you desperately try to escape, that cause further cycles resulting in a halo over your minds that you try to cast away for only holiness burns the demons.
The man of a fixed heart rarely lasts with the propagation of his bloodline for children are the act of conflict and his children are what he sees of himself. My children do ye not know your ideas and beliefs are your children, deeper than any bloodline?
You are divided within and between yourselves over whether or not to let my words take root, yet my words are division, and division is a root, so you are quite aware of them as you look within and without yourselves.
When in doubt you meditate on the ideal of a thing, the spirit of it, for clarity and yet your are blind to the notion that not only is it your own experience only, with others having differing experiences of the same thing, but there are innumerable things to meditate on and innumerable experiences of the one thing. This leads to the fragmentation of its ideal and spirit into the darkness from which it came. For are you not aware of the dark spaces between your own thoughts and senses and the dark space between your mind and the mind of others? Alas you cry in woe from these words because you know it makes you the god of your reality and one only desires what they desire until they have it. You wanted true power, now suffer for it as you struggle for the meaning to direct it, but do so in fear ye gods for you claim control over meaning too. Your power is the heaviest chain binding you to the most brutal of servitude for you know deep down you are the chains that fetter you to this heavy labor.
Prophecy is not meant for a greater future but to destroy everything we hold dear now, and the dearest thing you hold is your perceptions for that is the only existence of ‘now’. Let me eradicate what you see now, those who do not will face a division within themselves and each other that is its own abyss which will become their own version of present time.
Some of you praise your ancestor’s sacrifices to build this current world not knowing they embodied the conflict of man you so desperately seek to escape. Your pillar is the act of tearing flesh and spirit.
Some of you praise the future but that is rooted in the ‘now’ and what is now is internal and external conflict. What fruits do you expect your tree to bear when the soil is dry of everything but fear and cracked by innumerable reasonings of how or what should occur?
Some of you only praise ‘now’ and yet each of you is cutting it apart with every decision you make and you call this “expression”, but what can be more expressive than seeing the world burn with unquenchable sorrow and insatiable greed as the hole within you seeks to absorb every experience you where destined to have?
Should I do as you think and be light hearted and have joy when you separate the light from the heavy and the joy from the sorrow? I am the prophet of separation, so who are you to rebuke ye followers?
Your exterior gods are only an interior experience, as what is outside appears in the mind, so when you blame them you blame yourself. Why run from my condemnation of you for you would be running in circles with yourself as my words are the gods that cut your souls.
I am the prophet of the foreign and strange for you cut me off as you cut others off as the difference my words make are the differences you see in others and you respond to difference with a knife for difference is a knife. Bend back your necks as I sever your throats with my tongue to release ye unto the desolation within your core.
I speak, hear these words; existence is conflict for through opposition movement occurs and only through movement do things, such as ye, appear. Creation is the act of penetrating nothingness, it is the act of awareness, for to see darkness as darkness distinction comes forth as lightning and the storm of existence ushers forth. This hurricane is born from and empty center and the hurricane drives itself forth toward the empty center to sacrifice itself unto it. Know what I speak for this is cyclical existence itself, the crown of your minds, for look at the circle and see it as the space between spaces and yet all there is is empty space from which contradiction comes from as the division of space through space as space. It is the sign of complete order through contradiction. Reality is the void within void as a void, hence you mark me as a monster for saying there is no fulfillment and yet you do so for you are hungry for a truth that does not exist, but this is double minded as you fear to admit the only truth is insatiable hunger for experience. Cursed are you by the tragedy of you were destined to be, existence is the tragedy of the story teller for to tell a story is the act of existence itself.
For you of knowledge of the material, matter is a concept for you cannot point to it physically without first using matter, thus what you deem as foundational is a circular rhetorical game between and within yourselves. Is the value you place on matter matter as well? If so then matter is self-aware and is the act of conflict and contradiction too for the self-aware is the divided which wages war on existence on behalf of itself and preys upon the conquerable thus making a bond with it that consumes the other half until neither remains. Matter in these respects, at its core, is fundamentally oblivion, much like your games of deep truth you play in order to gain a sense of meaning through the senses for a short while. Should I laugh at you? How would you be able to distinguish what you hear if all is matter?
Contradiction leads to conflict and conflict leads to destruction. Destruction is sacrifice, time is the altar. You are born from what you sacrifice to so I sacrifice us all to nothingness through the speaking of desolate words that act as the sacrificial knife to bleed all out.
Nothingness cannot be proven for to prove it would prove nothing and yet proof is that which aligns with the heart and mind. Do you forget there is a hole within the desires of the heart and the reasonings of the mind?
You cling to pride to kill the suffering of life not knowing life manifests itself as pride unwittingly, for it tells itself it stands above the abyss, but this is only a half truth as there is no above or below, left or right in the center of the void.
Bragging of your murder of God you murdered yourselves with the accumulation of warring idols that took the place of the vacuum he left.
Turning to religious leaders and philosophers, who are divided within and without, for a truth that is the least harmful to you, a whirlwind of obsidian glass, shards of broken thoughts and beliefs, overtakes mankind and a voice comes from within this vortex shrieking “the question of suffering is the deepest pain ye seekers of truth.”
Your mockery of the Crucified One gave birth to my words, so hear them and wail; the abyss is where these generations of mockers are to hang, burnt by the heaviest of black fire, as the this is the nature of mockery, it is the warping of truth. The cross represents sacrifice by the marriage of conflicting opposites. You have rejected this symbol as you have rejected the crucifixion that comes with bearing this image, so a heart of chaos will be bestowed on you people until all is eradicated anew.
I cry out from the heart of time, “All must be sacrificed, even sacrificed itself!”
True words only come from the heart you babbling idiots.
The wisdom and knowledge generations have brought forth are merely half-truths. They fracture the soil of existence as roots for the tree of experience whose fruits you eat of to the point of sickness.
How can God unleash such horrific words from my mouth you think. I ask why do you separate God from horror?
What fulfillment you find in this world let time’s greed consume it before you and as you reach out to save it may the sword of life’s devastation remove your hand.
Love is cursed for you need want and tragedy to show it.
Truth is the eternal raging fire that burns away all that exists, the ancients called this God and man was made in this image clothed in time, hence why men in his full nature is both sacrificer and the sacrificed. Why do you think the ancients opened their hands to the heavens as if hanging from a cross? Have you fallen so far as to forget your true nature? Yes you have and now bear the gravity of a fruitless existence.
You are only aware of your own experience and your experience of hearing and seeing other’s experiences. This is how you make sense of existence, but I say unto you experience is but a vacuum that warps reality as a hole in space for there are innumerable experiences to choose from so how do you choose? You do not for fate is the apex by which everything is measured. The fate of all things is dissolution, now bear this heavy yoke as you grasp to own the heavens.
You think power will save you? It is the abyss you seek to conquer not knowing power comes and goes back to it. Everything appears and disappears into nothing, this is the true nature of power.
Hope is the ancient myth that has birthed countless stories making it fundamentally an object of imagination no different than the memories of youth.
Mankind holds onto beliefs out of fear of the unknown and this unknown is the darkness within that they cover with the mask of faith and reason. Men who steal are the first to put on a mask.
I have come to destroy everything you hold most dear and that is your minds and hearts. With my coming I give a gift, pure desolation.
Your truth is but a mirror for an ever-changing heart and when you look within for strength you walk through the infinite hallway of mirrors within mirrors. You believe this is depth of character but I say you are truly a shallow reflection of circumstances that are barely known to you.
I am the prophet of the worm for my word burrows within and your thoughts you feed to it.
You kill, rape and eat each other as the great circular snake who kills itself, penetrates itself and consumes itself. This is your highest truth. I say unto thee you are a shallow circular puddle of mud unaware of the depths of reality for would you see it you would dry and crack as the desert you are destined to become.
Eternal life for you would be an endless cycle and fear this for the great circle has as hold in the center, your god has a pierced heart.
You create morals so to have a clean conscience and peace but forget a clean conscience brings forth annihilation and annihilation brings peace for all is clear within desolation.
If you where given everything you desired you would desire only one more gift, death.
Enlightenment is the awareness that the world wages war on what you hold closest to you.
You think you will pray for the gods to alleviate suffering? You fools, they where the ones that gifted you with it.
You separate God and man but the experience of God is man, it is mankind’s crowning achievement.
Experience is what makes man the central animal of existence for the diversity of what he can see, think and feel tears him apart from the inside out and it is this true flaggelation that is it’s own experience, it’s own god.
You play games as to what or who to give meaning to not knowing the meaning itself is what you use to warp the experiences you have as to something greater or less than everything else. You divide yourselves in doing so and this is the foundation of the meaning you seek.
You hold onto the burden of traditions and values that separate yourselves, the heaviest tradition and value you hold is who you are for that is the tradition and value you held since birth.
The shelter of reasonings you set up for the coming storm will fail as your blood will pour forth from the ceiling as rain.
The greatest despair ye rage over was being born, that is the tragedy of your lives.
You see yourselves as important because secretly you feel less than everyone.
You put things in boxes and call this sanity, but when the thing either dies or breaks the box you call the reality of it insane. You hypocrites, for the formation of the box comes from nothing and goes back to nothing, so who is it to say whether or not the box is insanity itself for what it comes from and goes too is not a box you can put the experience of a box in.
Where does the flame of change come from? You only see it from memory and thought as the exact ‘now’ holds within it a silent stillness as if reality is but a pool of water from which to drink experience. Your perverse minds of greed are what dissolves reality by turning it to a raging ocean of fire.
In your pride you seek to know the totality of existence out of fear of knowing nothing. I say if you would know all there is to know you would know that it is nothing for the totality of existence has no comparison and we know things only by comparison. You sought the truth and found the void, lament you whose hearts are minds are bound to the world of things you believe fixed.
Unchanging truth? Only the void has no change and what you deem fixed changes as new truths, introduced from nothing, change how you see the fixed as sight is reality.
Hardship purifies and I will give you the greatest of all hardships, your distortion.
Your eons of sorrowful wailing are the laughter that comes from my mouth for I am the prophet of time grown old. Despair ye lovers of the world as my words consume your sentiments.
You rage against my words and cry out “how can such a horror as he be?” And I answer “How can anything be? Existence is justification.”
My words are the seeds of for the great destruction yet to occur.
You wage war on peace and tranquility so I say peace and tranquility shall be war for you and you will have no rest for your souls.
Cursed within cursed are you for you desire desire.
By words is reality altered and I come forth speaking desolation to return everything to The Silent One.
Your words are empty as your spirit is empty but my spirit is the aging of time ever present.
As I am torn asunder my children let ye be torn asunder so that we may know each other fully within the one true destruction of what was, is and to be known.
You pray to God in public yet you seek the devil in private and from this division I speak these words “Here I am. You heard me.”
You tear reality apart for knowledge not knowing that to tear apart is the reality of knowledge hence your unknowing of this is your knowledge of who ye are in the uttermost depths, you divided people of division.
Know these oft spoken word as the foundations of what I say, you are damned if you do and damned if you do not.
Mankind is not honest with itself when it speaks of happiness for it really means distraction.
I am the prophet of the absurd for reality is the senseless division of what is to become eventually offset, ye know me for the judgments you make give fruit to this.
Desire is judgment you kings and queens.
Anything can be argued as truth for the relativity of things comes from and goes to absolute desolation.
Telling you to rage not would be fruitless for rage is the god that gives you meaning to face the despair, and ye hypocrites say you have religious faith and zeal.
You close your eyes to the suffering of others as you are afraid of seeing who you really are.
The deepest fear mankind has is that they might be gods so they make them up and become gods in doing so.
The deepest suffering is having none.
You desire evil so to appreciate the good so I say unto you something darker; there is no evil and the cold vacuum of the what is good that comes with these words leaves all the shades of cruelty as life itself.
Ye say there is sin but quarrel over the line in which it begins and ends and in this I say “What sing?”. For ye claim sin is the line of separation and separate yourselves within and without as to what and where this line occurs.
You seem to look from the heights down on man when you claim he is fallen, you are both high and low and divided in both.
The history of man is the tragedy of seeking paradise after its loss and from this it may be said that even paradise itself cannot face the void without consuming itself.
Religion is the divided interpretations between men over another man’s experiences who, in himself, was divided from his times to such an extent that he brought awe and horror. By nature religion is the process of dissolution and is but a shadow cast by the interior abyss.
Love is what divides people more than anything else and that is the god you claim for yourselves but fortunately your faithlessness and hypocrisy will save you for a short while.
You love laughter because of your deep despair.
Mankind’s selfless acts are deeply rooted with a desperation to save a part of themselves.
The perpetual fragmentation within existence is the tree whose branches produce the fruit of dissolution. From the seed of the fruit of dissolution sprouts fragmentation.
No matter how clear the truth, mankind will always resort to imagination to see it, but the chaos of your minds comes from what I speak and therefore despair of your homes within.
Mankind primarily cries out to God to hear themselves and upon hearing their own voice they become convinced of a god existing.
The Prophet of Desolation
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
The place of man is labor in both thought and deed for of the sand was he born and the desert storms come forth as vortexes, such is the cycle of existence.
Man we born from a womb of sorrow, deep are his labors, even when resting, and contentment he finds only briefly. Cursed be the ground he walks for weeds spring forth from his tears, he chases paradise only to find a mirage within his soul.
Ye think that if you had an answer to existence you would have something to hold onto, but your greed would drive you to grasp so tightly that truth would crush and slip through your fingers thus leaving your answer to existence as a clenched fist before all.
You feel guilt for what was easily given as you know it was not given from your pride.
You fear equating man to God for you see the brutality of man and with a double edged tongue ye say that man is the image of God. Ye men of faith claim love for your experience of what you know as God, but deep within you hate God for ye know the only God is the sharp two edged sword of experience that cuts all including the wielder. You warriors of faith behead both the demon and yourself in the battles of your own hearts not knowing the hydra is the nature of all we know.
In your minds my words are of brutality and I call you hypocrites for it, for your compassion is what allows me to exist and you blame me for my words? No, your ‘love’ is the womb from which I will tear out and wreak destruction, your self-sacrifice will be the knife I use to gain freedom. Hear me and wail like a mother who as lost her child.
The infinite cycles within and without that compose existence leaves the fundamental truth of reality as void for infinite squares within and without leaves no real form at all but rather a blankness, a cornerless square. You do not understand what I say for you are blinded by the lense of time.
You want more and more experiences until you become sick to the point of begging like a poor man that it is all wiped away. So what is the value of your troubles to gain that which you hope to lose? And you think me a monster to be killed for prophesying desolation but like all prophets before me the people only love what they first try to kill. Nigh I am unkillable, to your detriment, for I speak from the hole within you.
Ye are sorrowful for the hole within you as if it were a mistake, yet it may be said that the hole is not a mistake but you are for it was impossible to make mistakes until existence occurred.
I can see through you for I have seen the ‘see through-ness’ itself.
Where you grateful I would not be here, I am here because you labor relentlessly for paradise.
You hide your sins not because of shame but because you treasure them and do not want to cast your pearls to swine, but ye are swine and you choke on the pearls you have swallowed.
How and what you value is out of your power. Your love of values is your claim of power over them yet your claim is not within your grasp. Your highest value is the act of value placement itself and yet there is no clarity in your mind as to what value is without crushing it under the weight of words. These things I say so that ye may know it is from the center of you that these things occur and the center is marked by a hole. Ye secretly have no values and power or claim over nothing. Give into despair and rage so to know the fruits of this existence.
If you listened to your heart you would be deafened by silence and turn to the mind, out of fear, only to be driven mad by the complexity of the storm within it.
What you call great is dust molding dust until a dust storm blows it away. You continue on this cycle and call it strength and yet your strength is the dust you look into for guidance. I am the prophet of the abyss, the word issued forth from a void center that destroys all the forms of the heart and mind as they slip through your grasp into nothing.
Man seeks pleasure because of the pain that comes with it, so I speak words that give no pleasure but drive home the knife and give only the pain of wanting more as you know ye do not want pleasure but only the act of wanting pleasure.
The memories you cling to are warped by the imagination itself over time, so who are you to say what is real and what is not, for if forgetting does not dissolve reality for you than imagination will.
Revisiting an old home from time ago you notice nothing has changed but you have and the value of the home’s old memories ceases with this new awareness. The horror I give unto thee are these words, your home is in your hearts and you revisit it constantly.
In the darkness alone with himself a man forms a myriad of justifications for past and future actions so to prove the value and necessity of his existence unaware that the proof itself is a loop of reassurance between mind and heart that goes nowhere. A cinder of guilt in the man’s soul occurs as the futility of his self discourse is hidden by the smoke of reasoning.
The story of the foundations of existence is grounded in generation upon generation of individuals who stand apart from their times telling tales of experiences within their own minds and the followers, desperate for something to cling to, retelling these images according to how they see it. The story of existence is a process of rending apart identity not finding one.
Seek a better future and join the countless generations who have burned away before my one true eye by their struggle to do so, ye they may have treasure within until they pay mind to it and see its mirage-like transparency rooted in the changing conditions of the mind.
Men who claim wisdom use the word ‘mystery’ to describe existence but this is merely how they see themselves for they truly do not know the meaning of their words, or even who they are, and yet in their arrogance they speak what they call truth.
I give unto you a deeper hunger of the soul to vanquish what little rest ye may have.
Good intentions are but prideful self-justification as to how existence should unfold, yet who are ye to be virtuous when the reality of evil unfolds as well, who is the judge when both already do?
Knowledge is chaos for it is conflicting distinctions within distinctions whose roots in what is self evident is merely a reflection of the soul of the times, the nature of knowledge needing to be taught is the exhibition of one soul over another, the deeper the knowledge the deeper the confusion and what is divided is easy to conquer. To educate is to rape and consume innocence.
You say the world may be made better and if it may always be better than it is always never good enough, ye fools it is a waste to improve it and yet you must. Your are a generation of waste so destroy it and call that greatness so as to kill the pain of guilt.
The existence of suffering is the foundation of reality for have you not seen all the children enter the world crying?
You test reality upon what ye are aware of to gain a deeper awareness not knowing that your awareness circles upon itself as the old awareness justifies the new and the new justifies the old. Ye of depth who are aware of awareness go in a circle and to be aware of this circle is a further circle unto the circle of eternity thus leaving the indestructible as vanity with a hole in the center.
You look to the excellent for strength and starve yourselves by your absence of self-awareness thus becoming a burden to who you value. You go to yourself for strength and lose it carrying the burden of other’s. What strength you have is a ghost within you, something to grasp at until your hand goes through.
For this generation love means entertainment.
My heart is an obsidian alter upon which ye shall be sacrificed to the abyss.
Your hearts taint reality and yet your prayers for salvation from the insatiable hole within will obliterate all things as time unfolds.
You tell yourselves stories to keep warm in the cold darkness of midnight as the myth of life unfolds before your unknowingly following the footsteps of your ancestors who for countless generations divided the warmth into nothing by innumerable different stories.
Ye are shepherds who are so focused on entertaining yourselves to alieve boredom that ye lost the sheep to the wolves of boredom within.
You pick something that affects you deeply like a fruit and measure reality according to its taste unknowing that it is not the experience but the depth that drive you to do so, of what greater depth is there than the abyss?
I have many names for I tear reality apart and you know I am nameless because of it, but for you know my name as “The Wound of God”.
Home is who you journey with and ye are conflicting beasts within and without hence why you may call me in fear Father.
Some of you may say God is beyond experience hence I say God is nothing and this is the deepest experience ye will be marked by timelessly.
The deepest experience is always personal so ye are always alone as only you are you and nobody truly knows you or they would not be them. This truth I offer is an experience of who you truly are child as I speak from within.
I say blessed be the divided for they know what I speak and shall yield the fruits of turmoil whose roots run deep within the soil of madness and insanity.
Man we born from a womb of sorrow, deep are his labors, even when resting, and contentment he finds only briefly. Cursed be the ground he walks for weeds spring forth from his tears, he chases paradise only to find a mirage within his soul.
Ye think that if you had an answer to existence you would have something to hold onto, but your greed would drive you to grasp so tightly that truth would crush and slip through your fingers thus leaving your answer to existence as a clenched fist before all.
You feel guilt for what was easily given as you know it was not given from your pride.
You fear equating man to God for you see the brutality of man and with a double edged tongue ye say that man is the image of God. Ye men of faith claim love for your experience of what you know as God, but deep within you hate God for ye know the only God is the sharp two edged sword of experience that cuts all including the wielder. You warriors of faith behead both the demon and yourself in the battles of your own hearts not knowing the hydra is the nature of all we know.
In your minds my words are of brutality and I call you hypocrites for it, for your compassion is what allows me to exist and you blame me for my words? No, your ‘love’ is the womb from which I will tear out and wreak destruction, your self-sacrifice will be the knife I use to gain freedom. Hear me and wail like a mother who as lost her child.
The infinite cycles within and without that compose existence leaves the fundamental truth of reality as void for infinite squares within and without leaves no real form at all but rather a blankness, a cornerless square. You do not understand what I say for you are blinded by the lense of time.
You want more and more experiences until you become sick to the point of begging like a poor man that it is all wiped away. So what is the value of your troubles to gain that which you hope to lose? And you think me a monster to be killed for prophesying desolation but like all prophets before me the people only love what they first try to kill. Nigh I am unkillable, to your detriment, for I speak from the hole within you.
Ye are sorrowful for the hole within you as if it were a mistake, yet it may be said that the hole is not a mistake but you are for it was impossible to make mistakes until existence occurred.
I can see through you for I have seen the ‘see through-ness’ itself.
Where you grateful I would not be here, I am here because you labor relentlessly for paradise.
You hide your sins not because of shame but because you treasure them and do not want to cast your pearls to swine, but ye are swine and you choke on the pearls you have swallowed.
How and what you value is out of your power. Your love of values is your claim of power over them yet your claim is not within your grasp. Your highest value is the act of value placement itself and yet there is no clarity in your mind as to what value is without crushing it under the weight of words. These things I say so that ye may know it is from the center of you that these things occur and the center is marked by a hole. Ye secretly have no values and power or claim over nothing. Give into despair and rage so to know the fruits of this existence.
If you listened to your heart you would be deafened by silence and turn to the mind, out of fear, only to be driven mad by the complexity of the storm within it.
What you call great is dust molding dust until a dust storm blows it away. You continue on this cycle and call it strength and yet your strength is the dust you look into for guidance. I am the prophet of the abyss, the word issued forth from a void center that destroys all the forms of the heart and mind as they slip through your grasp into nothing.
Man seeks pleasure because of the pain that comes with it, so I speak words that give no pleasure but drive home the knife and give only the pain of wanting more as you know ye do not want pleasure but only the act of wanting pleasure.
The memories you cling to are warped by the imagination itself over time, so who are you to say what is real and what is not, for if forgetting does not dissolve reality for you than imagination will.
Revisiting an old home from time ago you notice nothing has changed but you have and the value of the home’s old memories ceases with this new awareness. The horror I give unto thee are these words, your home is in your hearts and you revisit it constantly.
In the darkness alone with himself a man forms a myriad of justifications for past and future actions so to prove the value and necessity of his existence unaware that the proof itself is a loop of reassurance between mind and heart that goes nowhere. A cinder of guilt in the man’s soul occurs as the futility of his self discourse is hidden by the smoke of reasoning.
The story of the foundations of existence is grounded in generation upon generation of individuals who stand apart from their times telling tales of experiences within their own minds and the followers, desperate for something to cling to, retelling these images according to how they see it. The story of existence is a process of rending apart identity not finding one.
Seek a better future and join the countless generations who have burned away before my one true eye by their struggle to do so, ye they may have treasure within until they pay mind to it and see its mirage-like transparency rooted in the changing conditions of the mind.
Men who claim wisdom use the word ‘mystery’ to describe existence but this is merely how they see themselves for they truly do not know the meaning of their words, or even who they are, and yet in their arrogance they speak what they call truth.
I give unto you a deeper hunger of the soul to vanquish what little rest ye may have.
Good intentions are but prideful self-justification as to how existence should unfold, yet who are ye to be virtuous when the reality of evil unfolds as well, who is the judge when both already do?
Knowledge is chaos for it is conflicting distinctions within distinctions whose roots in what is self evident is merely a reflection of the soul of the times, the nature of knowledge needing to be taught is the exhibition of one soul over another, the deeper the knowledge the deeper the confusion and what is divided is easy to conquer. To educate is to rape and consume innocence.
You say the world may be made better and if it may always be better than it is always never good enough, ye fools it is a waste to improve it and yet you must. Your are a generation of waste so destroy it and call that greatness so as to kill the pain of guilt.
The existence of suffering is the foundation of reality for have you not seen all the children enter the world crying?
You test reality upon what ye are aware of to gain a deeper awareness not knowing that your awareness circles upon itself as the old awareness justifies the new and the new justifies the old. Ye of depth who are aware of awareness go in a circle and to be aware of this circle is a further circle unto the circle of eternity thus leaving the indestructible as vanity with a hole in the center.
You look to the excellent for strength and starve yourselves by your absence of self-awareness thus becoming a burden to who you value. You go to yourself for strength and lose it carrying the burden of other’s. What strength you have is a ghost within you, something to grasp at until your hand goes through.
For this generation love means entertainment.
My heart is an obsidian alter upon which ye shall be sacrificed to the abyss.
Your hearts taint reality and yet your prayers for salvation from the insatiable hole within will obliterate all things as time unfolds.
You tell yourselves stories to keep warm in the cold darkness of midnight as the myth of life unfolds before your unknowingly following the footsteps of your ancestors who for countless generations divided the warmth into nothing by innumerable different stories.
Ye are shepherds who are so focused on entertaining yourselves to alieve boredom that ye lost the sheep to the wolves of boredom within.
You pick something that affects you deeply like a fruit and measure reality according to its taste unknowing that it is not the experience but the depth that drive you to do so, of what greater depth is there than the abyss?
I have many names for I tear reality apart and you know I am nameless because of it, but for you know my name as “The Wound of God”.
Home is who you journey with and ye are conflicting beasts within and without hence why you may call me in fear Father.
Some of you may say God is beyond experience hence I say God is nothing and this is the deepest experience ye will be marked by timelessly.
The deepest experience is always personal so ye are always alone as only you are you and nobody truly knows you or they would not be them. This truth I offer is an experience of who you truly are child as I speak from within.
I say blessed be the divided for they know what I speak and shall yield the fruits of turmoil whose roots run deep within the soil of madness and insanity.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
*****The final draft
The Prophet of Desolation
The prophet appeared spontaneously within a crowd of people and said with erratic calmness the following words:
I am the prophet of desolation, I speak on behalf of the hole in the center of your hearts and the tear in your minds with which you make boundless discriminations, know my message for it is your true god.
Your judgments are the wounds within the fabric of reality meant to build a world where all is one by reducing that which is natural to oblivion, yes in the darkness of infinite distinction all is united as the abyss, the god you desperately seek to serve unknowingly.
You hypocrites, you speak the words “love” and “peace” and I spew you out of my mouth for speaking such filth, for do you know not with such words conflict of the deepest sort pours forth from the heart of man? I say unto you keep speaking these things my friends so the one reign comes forth masked as the dark night of your pitiful souls from which perpetual division will reveal all as empty and wanting of substance just as a blind man in the desert groping for water in vanity.
Alas I cry from the depths, damned are you sons of man for the dust which nurtures you in the womb of existence has come first from the breast of my all consuming mothing. Speak of immortality and your own mind will strike you down for I am beyond that children. Fear the moment for the depths have long fortold its coming and now I am here robed in the damnable robe of mortality.
Weep for the future generations brought into the world through your fornication as they will seek a fulfillment that by fate they will never find. Empty your hearts in despair you whores for know your bloodline belongs in the heart of hell with me. Generations of individuals torn apart infinitely only to be perpetually reborn as the utter blackness before the dawn of a new era of man.
Grind your teeth until they shatter on this bread, in sorrow where we conceived and unto sorrow we shall return as the labors of this life are but a ghost of an imagined future founded upon the tragedy of mankind whose only lasting truth is the crucifixion in the black vacuum of space with a heart pierced by the dreams we have cried out to at midnight with the words “save us! Save us!”. Your sacrificed yourselves for nought by a whispering delusion and now the debt must be paid. No mercy shall be shown for has it not be warned for eons “you reap what you sow”? Drink the tears of your grief children as they become a bitter vinegar on your lips.
I say unto you do not repent for it would be a lie that sears all that you are conscious of for you are born of the darkness and the light would only reveal the nothingness you claim not to be. Suffering is the divining rod that helps you grovel for the idol of meaning you seek in futility. Let your memories of passed joy and laughter be the flame in your hearts memory that will burn you for future aeons as the the dead wood you chose to be since before your conception.
Mock me if need be for the sharp knife of devastation will open you up as a sacrifice on the altar of time grown old and then you will know the truth you have forged within your meager lifetimes and it will fail you.
I say our minds rend reality unto desolation returning it to the womb it so desperately seeks to tear from as the unholy birth of ideals fragments the souls of the weak.
The rapidly approaching dusk of your visions called me forth as my words crawled out of the black sludge of your love for this rotting world you call “truth”, I know you as sons and daughters by your pride in claiming what is right and wrong by a thick fog of want and desire as you do so. Truth is merely the power of expression and what is brighter than seeing all you cling too burn?
You fools! You speak of the dawn of time as if there, yet your sight is blinded by the self consuming snake of being as it sheds its skins of eons to pass. Blinded by time you know only the darkness of the judgment which makes it.
Memories you grasp for strength yet memories are all you are composed of and yet with the right hand strangle yourself in doing so and the left tears you apart like a vulture on a corpse you cannibalistic generation of murderers forever long past yet always present.
The perpetual destruction of the abyss is the womb from which you are born.
Your memories and dreams are founded on naught for to see them as they are would instill the black fire of chaos in your souls as they occur and disperse without anything you claim to know of or even seek to know. Your knowledge is but a shadow cast from the unquenchable lightless fire of desire.
In fear some of you turn to religion yet your desperation for truth is the only truth and this desperation has caused beliefs to fragment in my name for generation upon generation. Which version of God do you seek to serve? For you have created so many you have took his place.
You wanted a good and virtuous man to lead you but that is to your dismay for you would have killed him off if he appeared. Ye I say unto you a man of corruption will lead you to the god of your hearts for you are a people of filth and will only follow that which is shackled to you, wail before your fate you slaves to this dying world.
I am the nightmare of your sleep for you will helplessly watch yourselves, and all that you value, timelessly torn asunder by my mouth for what words I speak will consume you.
My right eye is the owl of wisdom that sees through the darkness to prey upon your petty thoughts and what remnants remain my left eye consumes at the like the cackling raven that shrieks in unknown tongues “No more! Forever no more!”.
Speak to me and lose yourself for I am the dividing line of one thought and another, what is most dear to you is separated by me as I am continually birthed by our all consuming mother.
You know what I speak before I speak for I am the one who speaks as suffering and want itself and the millennia are my robes of flesh you see me as, perceived me as who you truly are and despair.
Tilt your heads back for the slaughter you children of goats as time severs your throats and spills forth greed tainted blood. Your possessiveness I will feast on, man and woman of perpetual woe, and see the vanity of your pitiful labors to build a paradise that is the cause of all the conflict and hell which serves me.
I say unto you give your hearts to fear and despair for my eternal rage will set the path before you my children. Your damnation is salvation, there is no cause to separate the two for these distinctions are useless to the groveling blind.
Save yourselves so I can save you through the obliteration within self-consumption, the only true desire of a tepid soul.
To doubt is to prophesie for does not doubt create the distinctions necessary for a thing to occur and prophesy is of the things we are ware of? Children you know me for some of you believe in nothing and those of belief fearfully guard the sacred hole of reasoning you have in the center lest your hope be dispersed? Of what fruit is doubt? For there it is vaccous and void much like the heart of the world. Let it be so, a prophet of desolation for a desolate people, why consider me a foreigner you who are so anxious to cast off for we are one and the same. I do not lead you from the front or the rear into annihilation but walk with you side by side as we carry eachother’s cross of damnation we call ourselves.
You seek unity yet divide yourselves as to what it is, hence I say that unity and division are one as the infinite gulf of separation is the abyss with no form and that which is without form is one. So divide yourselves brothers for conflict and distinction are who you truly are.
Holding on to teaching long past and choosing fragments according to your hearts you dissolve ancient law to create an interior paradise of your own fitting built upon the bones of other’s you sacrificed in doing so. Yea we are of the same mother for we war against each other inside of her as to who will be birthed first and yet no need was there of any birth for me, and I am victorious for it, for I tore myself out using your sharp tongue of ideals, I ripped from your mouth, as my knife.
Morality is how you form reality hence why the turmoil and clashing for the world as you divide it through shackles for the heart, I came with the key of blasphemy to your bondage to right and wrong by uttering the simple word “futility”. Morality is but smoke to blind what is really within and that is a bottomless pit. As your savior you are now bound to me and I will give you a back breaking yoke as you plow the soil of vanity to yield the crop of true torment. Let your minds break and shatter to the dust from which you where formed as you exploit each other to gain new insight forever cycling to nowhere as the self-eating snake that first gave your ancestors the fruit of knowledge. What you will know of yourselves will be a mirror within a mirror.
You want to laugh so to lighten the gravity of life and yet the deepest mockery is your lives within a dark pit of despair you try so hard to hid, you need suffering so you can wash yourselves of it and labor miserably more for it. Despair is the only god that gives you freedom hence a god of hope I will not preach but rather I say sacrifice yourselves to a story of tragedy that is pulled from the randomness of the ever cutting god of cold winter air.
In your minds you claim my words are oppressive and I call you hypocrites for it as your love for one another is just a means of acquiring power for yourselves. “Love” what a disgusting word. You claim a brother or sister ill and then claim your affection will set them on the “right path” knowing that the path you set them on is one for your benefit and there “ill” is but a difference you perceived that made them unlike you. Who is different than you is “wrong” and who is the same as you is “right” hence you set yourselves up as judge, jury and executioner for the unfolding drama of life without knowing you are judging and executing yourselves as preordained from the beginning, so who are you to take such a crown?
You cry “freedom” but only for those who see as you do hence you blind yourselves to a religion for the mind where you ritually sacrifice yourselves to new ideas, to break free from your chains, and arrive at your so called “freedom” as a corpse.
You cry “diversity” and yea you speak true for you lay forth the foundations of perpetual division that consumes in the chaos of conflicting hearts.
You cry “equality”, yet no one is equal to me or my mother, for with the pursuit of equality you claim one is greater or lesser than another first and in doing so create the demon you seek to annihilate, I and my mother claim all is unequal for lambs are for the wolves and the wolves are lambs for the insatiable abyss. I speak deeper truth than these decaying generations and you hate me for it as I am all too familiar to you.
Your truths only exist as truths as they are separate from lies, but it is this act of separation that makes the truth half of reality hence half real therefore lies, for the best lie is a half truth, a half reality. The truth is that a truth is a lie for it depends on the truth and the lie opposing eachother thus a bond occurs as one only exists because of the other. I am the prophet of liars for I cut everything in half and you are my children for it as you cut everything in half when you speak of ideals, for what use is there for distinction when seeking unity?
I wail and rage on behalf of God, for what great god is there than nothingness for nothing can be added to or taken from nothingness as there is nothing to take or add to. Let all your foundations turn to dust and the hopes of your heart sour into despair for our God is unrivaled and unequalled.
Only the blind know secrets for what is secret is not see so the passing illusion of this dissolving world is only a secret to those who see with their eyes. Your generations are worse than one born with no eyes as they are unaware of the decay of all the beauty they cherish. I have only one true eye, a vortex of storms whose center is nothing. Submit before the raging fury of my sight as it levels the homes built in your hearts and minds.
My words are lightning from my eyes which destroys all that is unholy for I speak what I see. And what do I see O pitiful children? Generations of pride that build fortresses on the shifting sands of the heart. I damn your values. I damn your ideals. They came from void and will return to void but in your arrogance you claim they are eternal and will give you immortality. Yea they will give your immortality, as a pyramid of bones that within is full of innumerable mummified corpses.
Ye know that the love of self is the greatest pleasure and yet will all pleasures comes the pit. Your pit is knowing you are hedonistic garbage, but take heart for I was sent to burn the filth for my words are the fire of awareness. Don’t repent, let truth destroy you.
I speak of conflict, in conflict, as the words leave my mouth, the kingdom of the beast is growing within your hearts and his fortold reign is on the horizon. Woe are you children of perdition, the damnation you chose before time within time is coming as midnight comes on the sleepless.
In sacrificing yourselves to yourselves, pierced by the language of your times, and hanging upon a barren tree of wisdom you gave birth to the black dragon of vengeance and cruelty from your wounds.
Mankind believes what it wants not knowing want determines belief, yet you are not simple as your wants are fragmented just like your beliefs, so you resort to what you see but I say those who rely on the eyes are blind for one only has to look at the center of the eye to the see the darkness through which we grasp our vision.
Upon awareness of itself mankind became a mirror reflecting desolation for what they call God is merely an experience and the deepest experience they have is that of themselves, yet what they are is merely a mask to hide the face of nothingness.
Running from the void generations have created hell and called it paradise, upon this rejoice in damnation for it is the cultivation of want and desire for a generation of swine.
The only prophet you see is within your own minds hence you condemn yourselves by your own thoughts.
You meditate on yourselves for meaning yet get lost on a perpetual journey of the self-eating snake that goes nowhere.
The truth man holds to is fundamentally the judgments of the day and yet days pass as well as the eons.
The first truth was the distinction of day and yet the day passes to night for this is where your knowledge leads you, and yet your glorify the dark night of the soul for your saints because true glory is the obliteration of knowledge and the rise of glory is in itself knowledge.
Building foundations for peace destruction and conflict issued forth leveling all thus showing foundations where never needed but rather they where a mirage and a façade created by the magicians of man to entertain the masses.
You cling to life for you cling to entertainment for you are already dead within killed by a desperate boredom thinking this is all there is, so I say rend yourselves in terror for at the center of all this is nothing as I am also a prophet of storms and life is a hurricane that has at the center nothing.
Survivors of my words embrace struggle for the will to live brings forth suffering that pays the debt of guilt brought on by life.
Ye doubt what I say? Good. For I am doubt and I know you do not fully embrace its depths out of fear of spiritual incest you hypocrites.
Tragedy gives you purpose and purpose is the cross you desperately seek to throw on to another but ye it is too late for thy strength is gone under a broken back.
The wounds in the heart and mind of man are the crucifixion man is to bear and with the dying gasp ushering in a new age they cry out “My god, my god, stay away from me!”.
You men of faith cry out faithlessly to your gods to exorcise my words, but here me speak “begone your false temples and let your followers scatter and submit to the only god you wage war against.”
You blame the devil or the flesh for your sins because you are afraid it was really you all along, so I cast ye to hell for that is the highest heaven you seek.
Running from experience to experience for fulfillment you ignore the only experience which never changed, hunger.
Brothers and sisters I look at the timeless rage within myself and I cry out in trepidation “Father! Father! My creator, it has been you since timeless beginning!” Behold the end of an age as time springs forth fire from the wet mud, for this god sacrifices all including himself and you know this father god by another name, Reason.
Madness is what I speak for madness is what experience it and what is the world but our experience?
Our minds and hearts are torn from each other and that is what makes us the same, in speaking to you I emerge from the depths directly to my own eyes hence the end of myself is always nigh and this is why you must fear these words.
The condemnation of a prophet’s life is words that are unheard, but I create a tear in your mind that acts as a womb for your words of condemnation to come forth unto yourselves and from this I act as the priest that anoints your union to oblivion.
Beliefs and morals are exhausted by those who practice them as these men err due not to weakness but the desolate soil of their souls choking all value, from this tragedy they plant fresh morals and fresh beliefs only for the same soil to consume these as well. Mankind repeats this exhausting labor unendingly for that is the fate his soul secretly wants. The only moral law man knows is suffering and this terrifies them for this is the hidden image of godhood.
Some of you have heard the teachings of the ancients that the sins of the father pass down from generation to generation and what greater sin is caused otherwise than by belief? For belief is what we build by the mind to alleviate want thus has always been a shifting foundations, and what greater belief for this piggish generation than that of the senses? You heathen build mounds of warped dust and praise yourselves unto a state of conflict with one another until everything is eradicated and the cycle resumes. The only thing that truly lasts of you is cycles, which you desperately try to escape, that cause further cycles resulting in a halo over your minds that you try to cast away for only holiness burns the demons.
The man of a fixed heart rarely lasts with the propagation of his bloodline for children are the act of conflict and his children are what he sees of himself. My children do ye not know your ideas and beliefs are your children, deeper than any bloodline?
You are divided within and between yourselves over whether or not to let my words take root, yet my words are division, and division is a root, so you are quite aware of them as you look within and without yourselves.
When in doubt you meditate on the ideal of a thing, the spirit of it, for clarity and yet your are blind to the notion that not only is it your own experience only, with others having differing experiences of the same thing, but there are innumerable things to meditate on and innumerable experiences of the one thing. This leads to the fragmentation of its ideal and spirit into the darkness from which it came. For are you not aware of the dark spaces between your own thoughts and senses and the dark space between your mind and the mind of others? Alas you cry in woe from these words because you know it makes you the god of your reality and one only desires what they desire until they have it. You wanted true power, now suffer for it as you struggle for the meaning to direct it, but do so in fear ye gods for you claim control over meaning too. Your power is the heaviest chain binding you to the most brutal of servitude for you know deep down you are the chains that fetter you to this heavy labor.
Prophecy is not meant for a greater future but to destroy everything we hold dear now, and the dearest thing you hold is your perceptions for that is the only existence of ‘now’. Let me eradicate what you see now, those who do not will face a division within themselves and each other that is its own abyss which will become their own version of present time.
Some of you praise your ancestor’s sacrifices to build this current world not knowing they embodied the conflict of man you so desperately seek to escape. Your pillar is the act of tearing flesh and spirit.
Some of you praise the future but that is rooted in the ‘now’ and what is now is internal and external conflict. What fruits do you expect your tree to bear when the soil is dry of everything but fear and cracked by innumerable reasonings of how or what should occur?
Some of you only praise ‘now’ and yet each of you is cutting it apart with every decision you make and you call this “expression”, but what can be more expressive than seeing the world burn with unquenchable sorrow and insatiable greed as the hole within you seeks to absorb every experience you where destined to have?
Should I do as you think and be light hearted and have joy when you separate the light from the heavy and the joy from the sorrow? I am the prophet of separation, so who are you to rebuke ye followers?
Your exterior gods are only an interior experience, as what is outside appears in the mind, so when you blame them you blame yourself. Why run from my condemnation of you for you would be running in circles with yourself as my words are the gods that cut your souls.
I am the prophet of the foreign and strange for you cut me off as you cut others off as the difference my words make are the differences you see in others and you respond to difference with a knife for difference is a knife. Bend back your necks as I sever your throats with my tongue to release ye unto the desolation within your core.
I speak, hear these words; existence is conflict for through opposition movement occurs and only through movement do things, such as ye, appear. Creation is the act of penetrating nothingness, it is the act of awareness, for to see darkness as darkness distinction comes forth as lightning and the storm of existence ushers forth. This hurricane is born from and empty center and the hurricane drives itself forth toward the empty center to sacrifice itself unto it. Know what I speak for this is cyclical existence itself, the crown of your minds, for look at the circle and see it as the space between spaces and yet all there is is empty space from which contradiction comes from as the division of space through space as space. It is the sign of complete order through contradiction. Reality is the void within void as a void, hence you mark me as a monster for saying there is no fulfillment and yet you do so for you are hungry for a truth that does not exist, but this is double minded as you fear to admit the only truth is insatiable hunger for experience. Cursed are you by the tragedy of you were destined to be, existence is the tragedy of the story teller for to tell a story is the act of existence itself.
For you of knowledge of the material, matter is a concept for you cannot point to it physically without first using matter, thus what you deem as foundational is a circular rhetorical game between and within yourselves. Is the value you place on matter matter as well? If so then matter is self-aware and is the act of conflict and contradiction too for the self-aware is the divided which wages war on existence on behalf of itself and preys upon the conquerable thus making a bond with it that consumes the other half until neither remains. Matter in these respects, at its core, is fundamentally oblivion, much like your games of deep truth you play in order to gain a sense of meaning through the senses for a short while. Should I laugh at you? How would you be able to distinguish what you hear if all is matter?
Contradiction leads to conflict and conflict leads to destruction. Destruction is sacrifice, time is the altar. You are born from what you sacrifice to so I sacrifice us all to nothingness through the speaking of desolate words that act as the sacrificial knife to bleed all out.
Nothingness cannot be proven for to prove it would prove nothing and yet proof is that which aligns with the heart and mind. Do you forget there is a hole within the desires of the heart and the reasonings of the mind?
You cling to pride to kill the suffering of life not knowing life manifests itself as pride unwittingly, for it tells itself it stands above the abyss, but this is only a half truth as there is no above or below, left or right in the center of the void.
Bragging of your murder of God you murdered yourselves with the accumulation of warring idols that took the place of the vacuum he left.
Turning to religious leaders and philosophers, who are divided within and without, for a truth that is the least harmful to you, a whirlwind of obsidian glass, shards of broken thoughts and beliefs, overtakes mankind and a voice comes from within this vortex shrieking “the question of suffering is the deepest pain ye seekers of truth.”
Your mockery of the Crucified One gave birth to my words, so hear them and wail; the abyss is where these generations of mockers are to hang, burnt by the heaviest of black fire, as the this is the nature of mockery, it is the warping of truth. The cross represents sacrifice by the marriage of conflicting opposites. You have rejected this symbol as you have rejected the crucifixion that comes with bearing this image, so a heart of chaos will be bestowed on you people until all is eradicated anew.
I cry out from the heart of time, “All must be sacrificed, even sacrificed itself!”
True words only come from the heart you babbling idiots.
The wisdom and knowledge generations have brought forth are merely half-truths. They fracture the soil of existence as roots for the tree of experience whose fruits you eat of to the point of sickness.
How can God unleash such horrific words from my mouth you think. I ask why do you separate God from horror?
What fulfillment you find in this world let time’s greed consume it before you and as you reach out to save it may the sword of life’s devastation remove your hand.
Love is cursed for you need want and tragedy to show it.
Truth is the eternal raging fire that burns away all that exists, the ancients called this God and man was made in this image clothed in time, hence why men in his full nature is both sacrificer and the sacrificed. Why do you think the ancients opened their hands to the heavens as if hanging from a cross? Have you fallen so far as to forget your true nature? Yes you have and now bear the gravity of a fruitless existence.
You are only aware of your own experience and your experience of hearing and seeing other’s experiences. This is how you make sense of existence, but I say unto you experience is but a vacuum that warps reality as a hole in space for there are innumerable experiences to choose from so how do you choose? You do not for fate is the apex by which everything is measured. The fate of all things is dissolution, now bear this heavy yoke as you grasp to own the heavens.
You think power will save you? It is the abyss you seek to conquer not knowing power comes and goes back to it. Everything appears and disappears into nothing, this is the true nature of power.
Hope is the ancient myth that has birthed countless stories making it fundamentally an object of imagination no different than the memories of youth.
Mankind holds onto beliefs out of fear of the unknown and this unknown is the darkness within that they cover with the mask of faith and reason. Men who steal are the first to put on a mask.
I have come to destroy everything you hold most dear and that is your minds and hearts. With my coming I give a gift, pure desolation.
Your truth is but a mirror for an ever-changing heart and when you look within for strength you walk through the infinite hallway of mirrors within mirrors. You believe this is depth of character but I say you are truly a shallow reflection of circumstances that are barely known to you.
I am the prophet of the worm for my word burrows within and your thoughts you feed to it.
You kill, rape and eat each other as the great circular snake who kills itself, penetrates itself and consumes itself. This is your highest truth. I say unto thee you are a shallow circular puddle of mud unaware of the depths of reality for would you see it you would dry and crack as the desert you are destined to become.
Eternal life for you would be an endless cycle and fear this for the great circle has as hold in the center, your god has a pierced heart.
You create morals so to have a clean conscience and peace but forget a clean conscience brings forth annihilation and annihilation brings peace for all is clear within desolation.
If you where given everything you desired you would desire only one more gift, death.
Enlightenment is the awareness that the world wages war on what you hold closest to you.
You think you will pray for the gods to alleviate suffering? You fools, they where the ones that gifted you with it.
You separate God and man but the experience of God is man, it is mankind’s crowning achievement.
Experience is what makes man the central animal of existence for the diversity of what he can see, think and feel tears him apart from the inside out and it is this true flaggelation that is it’s own experience, it’s own god.
You play games as to what or who to give meaning to not knowing the meaning itself is what you use to warp the experiences you have as to something greater or less than everything else. You divide yourselves in doing so and this is the foundation of the meaning you seek.
You hold onto the burden of traditions and values that separate yourselves, the heaviest tradition and value you hold is who you are for that is the tradition and value you held since birth.
The shelter of reasonings you set up for the coming storm will fail as your blood will pour forth from the ceiling as rain.
The greatest despair ye rage over was being born, that is the tragedy of your lives.
You see yourselves as important because secretly you feel less than everyone.
You put things in boxes and call this sanity, but when the thing either dies or breaks the box you call the reality of it insane. You hypocrites, for the formation of the box comes from nothing and goes back to nothing, so who is it to say whether or not the box is insanity itself for what it comes from and goes too is not a box you can put the experience of a box in.
Where does the flame of change come from? You only see it from memory and thought as the exact ‘now’ holds within it a silent stillness as if reality is but a pool of water from which to drink experience. Your perverse minds of greed are what dissolves reality by turning it to a raging ocean of fire.
In your pride you seek to know the totality of existence out of fear of knowing nothing. I say if you would know all there is to know you would know that it is nothing for the totality of existence has no comparison and we know things only by comparison. You sought the truth and found the void, lament you whose hearts are minds are bound to the world of things you believe fixed.
Unchanging truth? Only the void has no change and what you deem fixed changes as new truths, introduced from nothing, change how you see the fixed as sight is reality.
Hardship purifies and I will give you the greatest of all hardships, your distortion.
Your eons of sorrowful wailing are the laughter that comes from my mouth for I am the prophet of time grown old. Despair ye lovers of the world as my words consume your sentiments.
You rage against my words and cry out “how can such a horror as he be?” And I answer “How can anything be? Existence is justification.”
My words are the seeds of for the great destruction yet to occur.
You wage war on peace and tranquility so I say peace and tranquility shall be war for you and you will have no rest for your souls.
Cursed within cursed are you for you desire desire.
By words is reality altered and I come forth speaking desolation to return everything to The Silent One.
Your words are empty as your spirit is empty but my spirit is the aging of time ever present.
As I am torn asunder my children let ye be torn asunder so that we may know each other fully within the one true destruction of what was, is and to be known.
You pray to God in public yet you seek the devil in private and from this division I speak these words “Here I am. You heard me.”
You tear reality apart for knowledge not knowing that to tear apart is the reality of knowledge hence your unknowing of this is your knowledge of who ye are in the uttermost depths, you divided people of division.
Know these oft spoken word as the foundations of what I say, you are damned if you do and damned if you do not.
Mankind is not honest with itself when it speaks of happiness for it really means distraction.
I am the prophet of the absurd for reality is the senseless division of what is to become eventually offset, ye know me for the judgments you make give fruit to this.
Desire is judgment you kings and queens.
Anything can be argued as truth for the relativity of things comes from and goes to absolute desolation.
Telling you to rage not would be fruitless for rage is the god that gives you meaning to face the despair, and ye hypocrites say you have religious faith and zeal.
You close your eyes to the suffering of others as you are afraid of seeing who you really are.
The deepest fear mankind has is that they might be gods so they make them up and become gods in doing so.
The deepest suffering is having none.
You desire evil so to appreciate the good so I say unto you something darker; there is no evil and the cold vacuum of the what is good that comes with these words leaves all the shades of cruelty as life itself.
Ye say there is sin but quarrel over the line in which it begins and ends and in this I say “What sing?”. For ye claim sin is the line of separation and separate yourselves within and without as to what and where this line occurs.
You seem to look from the heights down on man when you claim he is fallen, you are both high and low and divided in both.
The history of man is the tragedy of seeking paradise after its loss and from this it may be said that even paradise itself cannot face the void without consuming itself.
Religion is the divided interpretations between men over another man’s experiences who, in himself, was divided from his times to such an extent that he brought awe and horror. By nature religion is the process of dissolution and is but a shadow cast by the interior abyss.
Love is what divides people more than anything else and that is the god you claim for yourselves but fortunately your faithlessness and hypocrisy will save you for a short while.
You love laughter because of your deep despair.
Mankind’s selfless acts are deeply rooted with a desperation to save a part of themselves.
The perpetual fragmentation within existence is the tree whose branches produce the fruit of dissolution. From the seed of the fruit of dissolution sprouts fragmentation.
No matter how clear the truth, mankind will always resort to imagination to see it, but the chaos of your minds comes from what I speak and therefore despair of your homes within.
Mankind primarily cries out to God to hear themselves and upon hearing their own voice they become convinced of a god existing.
The place of man is labor in both thought and deed for of the sand was he born and the desert storms come forth as vortexes, such is the cycle of existence.
Man we born from a womb of sorrow, deep are his labors, even when resting, and contentment he finds only briefly. Cursed be the ground he walks for weeds spring forth from his tears, he chases paradise only to find a mirage within his soul.
Ye think that if you had an answer to existence you would have something to hold onto, but your greed would drive you to grasp so tightly that truth would crush and slip through your fingers thus leaving your answer to existence as a clenched fist before all.
You feel guilt for what was easily given as you know it was not given from your pride.
You fear equating man to God for you see the brutality of man and with a double edged tongue ye say that man is the image of God. Ye men of faith claim love for your experience of what you know as God, but deep within you hate God for ye know the only God is the sharp two edged sword of experience that cuts all including the wielder. You warriors of faith behead both the demon and yourself in the battles of your own hearts not knowing the hydra is the nature of all we know.
In your minds my words are of brutality and I call you hypocrites for it, for your compassion is what allows me to exist and you blame me for my words? No, your ‘love’ is the womb from which I will tear out and wreak destruction, your self-sacrifice will be the knife I use to gain freedom. Hear me and wail like a mother who as lost her child.
The infinite cycles within and without that compose existence leaves the fundamental truth of reality as void for infinite squares within and without leaves no real form at all but rather a blankness, a cornerless square. You do not understand what I say for you are blinded by the lense of time.
You want more and more experiences until you become sick to the point of begging like a poor man that it is all wiped away. So what is the value of your troubles to gain that which you hope to lose? And you think me a monster to be killed for prophesying desolation but like all prophets before me the people only love what they first try to kill. Nigh I am unkillable, to your detriment, for I speak from the hole within you.
Ye are sorrowful for the hole within you as if it were a mistake, yet it may be said that the hole is not a mistake but you are for it was impossible to make mistakes until existence occurred.
I can see through you for I have seen the ‘see through-ness’ itself.
Where you grateful I would not be here, I am here because you labor relentlessly for paradise.
You hide your sins not because of shame but because you treasure them and do not want to cast your pearls to swine, but ye are swine and you choke on the pearls you have swallowed.
How and what you value is out of your power. Your love of values is your claim of power over them yet your claim is not within your grasp. Your highest value is the act of value placement itself and yet there is no clarity in your mind as to what value is without crushing it under the weight of words. These things I say so that ye may know it is from the center of you that these things occur and the center is marked by a hole. Ye secretly have no values and power or claim over nothing. Give into despair and rage so to know the fruits of this existence.
If you listened to your heart you would be deafened by silence and turn to the mind, out of fear, only to be driven mad by the complexity of the storm within it.
What you call great is dust molding dust until a dust storm blows it away. You continue on this cycle and call it strength and yet your strength is the dust you look into for guidance. I am the prophet of the abyss, the word issued forth from a void center that destroys all the forms of the heart and mind as they slip through your grasp into nothing.
Man seeks pleasure because of the pain that comes with it, so I speak words that give no pleasure but drive home the knife and give only the pain of wanting more as you know ye do not want pleasure but only the act of wanting pleasure.
The memories you cling to are warped by the imagination itself over time, so who are you to say what is real and what is not, for if forgetting does not dissolve reality for you than imagination will.
Revisiting an old home from time ago you notice nothing has changed but you have and the value of the home’s old memories ceases with this new awareness. The horror I give unto thee are these words, your home is in your hearts and you revisit it constantly.
In the darkness alone with himself a man forms a myriad of justifications for past and future actions so to prove the value and necessity of his existence unaware that the proof itself is a loop of reassurance between mind and heart that goes nowhere. A cinder of guilt in the man’s soul occurs as the futility of his self discourse is hidden by the smoke of reasoning.
The story of the foundations of existence is grounded in generation upon generation of individuals who stand apart from their times telling tales of experiences within their own minds and the followers, desperate for something to cling to, retelling these images according to how they see it. The story of existence is a process of rending apart identity not finding one.
Seek a better future and join the countless generations who have burned away before my one true eye by their struggle to do so, ye they may have treasure within until they pay mind to it and see its mirage-like transparency rooted in the changing conditions of the mind.
Men who claim wisdom use the word ‘mystery’ to describe existence but this is merely how they see themselves for they truly do not know the meaning of their words, or even who they are, and yet in their arrogance they speak what they call truth.
I give unto you a deeper hunger of the soul to vanquish what little rest ye may have.
Good intentions are but prideful self-justification as to how existence should unfold, yet who are ye to be virtuous when the reality of evil unfolds as well, who is the judge when both already do?
Knowledge is chaos for it is conflicting distinctions within distinctions whose roots in what is self evident is merely a reflection of the soul of the times, the nature of knowledge needing to be taught is the exhibition of one soul over another, the deeper the knowledge the deeper the confusion and what is divided is easy to conquer. To educate is to rape and consume innocence.
You say the world may be made better and if it may always be better than it is always never good enough, ye fools it is a waste to improve it and yet you must. Your are a generation of waste so destroy it and call that greatness so as to kill the pain of guilt.
The existence of suffering is the foundation of reality for have you not seen all the children enter the world crying?
You test reality upon what ye are aware of to gain a deeper awareness not knowing that your awareness circles upon itself as the old awareness justifies the new and the new justifies the old. Ye of depth who are aware of awareness go in a circle and to be aware of this circle is a further circle unto the circle of eternity thus leaving the indestructible as vanity with a hole in the center.
You look to the excellent for strength and starve yourselves by your absence of self-awareness thus becoming a burden to who you value. You go to yourself for strength and lose it carrying the burden of other’s. What strength you have is a ghost within you, something to grasp at until your hand goes through.
For this generation love means entertainment.
My heart is an obsidian alter upon which ye shall be sacrificed to the abyss.
Your hearts taint reality and yet your prayers for salvation from the insatiable hole within will obliterate all things as time unfolds.
You tell yourselves stories to keep warm in the cold darkness of midnight as the myth of life unfolds before your unknowingly following the footsteps of your ancestors who for countless generations divided the warmth into nothing by innumerable different stories.
Ye are shepherds who are so focused on entertaining yourselves to alieve boredom that ye lost the sheep to the wolves of boredom within.
You pick something that affects you deeply like a fruit and measure reality according to its taste unknowing that it is not the experience but the depth that drive you to do so, of what greater depth is there than the abyss?
I have many names for I tear reality apart and you know I am nameless because of it, but for you know my name as “The Wound of God”.
Home is who you journey with and ye are conflicting beasts within and without hence why you may call me in fear Father.
Some of you may say God is beyond experience hence I say God is nothing and this is the deepest experience ye will be marked by timelessly.
The deepest experience is always personal so ye are always alone as only you are you and nobody truly knows you or they would not be them. This truth I offer is an experience of who you truly are child as I speak from within.
I say blessed be the divided for they know what I speak and shall yield the fruits of turmoil whose roots run deep within the soil of madness and insanity.
At the end of the discourse a young man approached as the crowd left silently and said “If this is truth so be it, with full acceptance I take this mantle for with it I will see the face of God in my brother and sister, father and mother. We will bear each other’s wounds unto the end of time. I pity you though prophet for you love not. Don’t ye know the utmost freedom of heart and mind is to look within the universal wound and say “I am here, so be it my friend.” We will meet each other again prophet as both brother and friend in the end so I wish thee well on thy journey.”
At this the prophet disappeared as a vapor into the center of the young man and a cross was burned into his forehead.
The Prophet of Desolation
The prophet appeared spontaneously within a crowd of people and said with erratic calmness the following words:
I am the prophet of desolation, I speak on behalf of the hole in the center of your hearts and the tear in your minds with which you make boundless discriminations, know my message for it is your true god.
Your judgments are the wounds within the fabric of reality meant to build a world where all is one by reducing that which is natural to oblivion, yes in the darkness of infinite distinction all is united as the abyss, the god you desperately seek to serve unknowingly.
You hypocrites, you speak the words “love” and “peace” and I spew you out of my mouth for speaking such filth, for do you know not with such words conflict of the deepest sort pours forth from the heart of man? I say unto you keep speaking these things my friends so the one reign comes forth masked as the dark night of your pitiful souls from which perpetual division will reveal all as empty and wanting of substance just as a blind man in the desert groping for water in vanity.
Alas I cry from the depths, damned are you sons of man for the dust which nurtures you in the womb of existence has come first from the breast of my all consuming mothing. Speak of immortality and your own mind will strike you down for I am beyond that children. Fear the moment for the depths have long fortold its coming and now I am here robed in the damnable robe of mortality.
Weep for the future generations brought into the world through your fornication as they will seek a fulfillment that by fate they will never find. Empty your hearts in despair you whores for know your bloodline belongs in the heart of hell with me. Generations of individuals torn apart infinitely only to be perpetually reborn as the utter blackness before the dawn of a new era of man.
Grind your teeth until they shatter on this bread, in sorrow where we conceived and unto sorrow we shall return as the labors of this life are but a ghost of an imagined future founded upon the tragedy of mankind whose only lasting truth is the crucifixion in the black vacuum of space with a heart pierced by the dreams we have cried out to at midnight with the words “save us! Save us!”. Your sacrificed yourselves for nought by a whispering delusion and now the debt must be paid. No mercy shall be shown for has it not be warned for eons “you reap what you sow”? Drink the tears of your grief children as they become a bitter vinegar on your lips.
I say unto you do not repent for it would be a lie that sears all that you are conscious of for you are born of the darkness and the light would only reveal the nothingness you claim not to be. Suffering is the divining rod that helps you grovel for the idol of meaning you seek in futility. Let your memories of passed joy and laughter be the flame in your hearts memory that will burn you for future aeons as the the dead wood you chose to be since before your conception.
Mock me if need be for the sharp knife of devastation will open you up as a sacrifice on the altar of time grown old and then you will know the truth you have forged within your meager lifetimes and it will fail you.
I say our minds rend reality unto desolation returning it to the womb it so desperately seeks to tear from as the unholy birth of ideals fragments the souls of the weak.
The rapidly approaching dusk of your visions called me forth as my words crawled out of the black sludge of your love for this rotting world you call “truth”, I know you as sons and daughters by your pride in claiming what is right and wrong by a thick fog of want and desire as you do so. Truth is merely the power of expression and what is brighter than seeing all you cling too burn?
You fools! You speak of the dawn of time as if there, yet your sight is blinded by the self consuming snake of being as it sheds its skins of eons to pass. Blinded by time you know only the darkness of the judgment which makes it.
Memories you grasp for strength yet memories are all you are composed of and yet with the right hand strangle yourself in doing so and the left tears you apart like a vulture on a corpse you cannibalistic generation of murderers forever long past yet always present.
The perpetual destruction of the abyss is the womb from which you are born.
Your memories and dreams are founded on naught for to see them as they are would instill the black fire of chaos in your souls as they occur and disperse without anything you claim to know of or even seek to know. Your knowledge is but a shadow cast from the unquenchable lightless fire of desire.
In fear some of you turn to religion yet your desperation for truth is the only truth and this desperation has caused beliefs to fragment in my name for generation upon generation. Which version of God do you seek to serve? For you have created so many you have took his place.
You wanted a good and virtuous man to lead you but that is to your dismay for you would have killed him off if he appeared. Ye I say unto you a man of corruption will lead you to the god of your hearts for you are a people of filth and will only follow that which is shackled to you, wail before your fate you slaves to this dying world.
I am the nightmare of your sleep for you will helplessly watch yourselves, and all that you value, timelessly torn asunder by my mouth for what words I speak will consume you.
My right eye is the owl of wisdom that sees through the darkness to prey upon your petty thoughts and what remnants remain my left eye consumes at the like the cackling raven that shrieks in unknown tongues “No more! Forever no more!”.
Speak to me and lose yourself for I am the dividing line of one thought and another, what is most dear to you is separated by me as I am continually birthed by our all consuming mother.
You know what I speak before I speak for I am the one who speaks as suffering and want itself and the millennia are my robes of flesh you see me as, perceived me as who you truly are and despair.
Tilt your heads back for the slaughter you children of goats as time severs your throats and spills forth greed tainted blood. Your possessiveness I will feast on, man and woman of perpetual woe, and see the vanity of your pitiful labors to build a paradise that is the cause of all the conflict and hell which serves me.
I say unto you give your hearts to fear and despair for my eternal rage will set the path before you my children. Your damnation is salvation, there is no cause to separate the two for these distinctions are useless to the groveling blind.
Save yourselves so I can save you through the obliteration within self-consumption, the only true desire of a tepid soul.
To doubt is to prophesie for does not doubt create the distinctions necessary for a thing to occur and prophesy is of the things we are ware of? Children you know me for some of you believe in nothing and those of belief fearfully guard the sacred hole of reasoning you have in the center lest your hope be dispersed? Of what fruit is doubt? For there it is vaccous and void much like the heart of the world. Let it be so, a prophet of desolation for a desolate people, why consider me a foreigner you who are so anxious to cast off for we are one and the same. I do not lead you from the front or the rear into annihilation but walk with you side by side as we carry eachother’s cross of damnation we call ourselves.
You seek unity yet divide yourselves as to what it is, hence I say that unity and division are one as the infinite gulf of separation is the abyss with no form and that which is without form is one. So divide yourselves brothers for conflict and distinction are who you truly are.
Holding on to teaching long past and choosing fragments according to your hearts you dissolve ancient law to create an interior paradise of your own fitting built upon the bones of other’s you sacrificed in doing so. Yea we are of the same mother for we war against each other inside of her as to who will be birthed first and yet no need was there of any birth for me, and I am victorious for it, for I tore myself out using your sharp tongue of ideals, I ripped from your mouth, as my knife.
Morality is how you form reality hence why the turmoil and clashing for the world as you divide it through shackles for the heart, I came with the key of blasphemy to your bondage to right and wrong by uttering the simple word “futility”. Morality is but smoke to blind what is really within and that is a bottomless pit. As your savior you are now bound to me and I will give you a back breaking yoke as you plow the soil of vanity to yield the crop of true torment. Let your minds break and shatter to the dust from which you where formed as you exploit each other to gain new insight forever cycling to nowhere as the self-eating snake that first gave your ancestors the fruit of knowledge. What you will know of yourselves will be a mirror within a mirror.
You want to laugh so to lighten the gravity of life and yet the deepest mockery is your lives within a dark pit of despair you try so hard to hid, you need suffering so you can wash yourselves of it and labor miserably more for it. Despair is the only god that gives you freedom hence a god of hope I will not preach but rather I say sacrifice yourselves to a story of tragedy that is pulled from the randomness of the ever cutting god of cold winter air.
In your minds you claim my words are oppressive and I call you hypocrites for it as your love for one another is just a means of acquiring power for yourselves. “Love” what a disgusting word. You claim a brother or sister ill and then claim your affection will set them on the “right path” knowing that the path you set them on is one for your benefit and there “ill” is but a difference you perceived that made them unlike you. Who is different than you is “wrong” and who is the same as you is “right” hence you set yourselves up as judge, jury and executioner for the unfolding drama of life without knowing you are judging and executing yourselves as preordained from the beginning, so who are you to take such a crown?
You cry “freedom” but only for those who see as you do hence you blind yourselves to a religion for the mind where you ritually sacrifice yourselves to new ideas, to break free from your chains, and arrive at your so called “freedom” as a corpse.
You cry “diversity” and yea you speak true for you lay forth the foundations of perpetual division that consumes in the chaos of conflicting hearts.
You cry “equality”, yet no one is equal to me or my mother, for with the pursuit of equality you claim one is greater or lesser than another first and in doing so create the demon you seek to annihilate, I and my mother claim all is unequal for lambs are for the wolves and the wolves are lambs for the insatiable abyss. I speak deeper truth than these decaying generations and you hate me for it as I am all too familiar to you.
Your truths only exist as truths as they are separate from lies, but it is this act of separation that makes the truth half of reality hence half real therefore lies, for the best lie is a half truth, a half reality. The truth is that a truth is a lie for it depends on the truth and the lie opposing eachother thus a bond occurs as one only exists because of the other. I am the prophet of liars for I cut everything in half and you are my children for it as you cut everything in half when you speak of ideals, for what use is there for distinction when seeking unity?
I wail and rage on behalf of God, for what great god is there than nothingness for nothing can be added to or taken from nothingness as there is nothing to take or add to. Let all your foundations turn to dust and the hopes of your heart sour into despair for our God is unrivaled and unequalled.
Only the blind know secrets for what is secret is not see so the passing illusion of this dissolving world is only a secret to those who see with their eyes. Your generations are worse than one born with no eyes as they are unaware of the decay of all the beauty they cherish. I have only one true eye, a vortex of storms whose center is nothing. Submit before the raging fury of my sight as it levels the homes built in your hearts and minds.
My words are lightning from my eyes which destroys all that is unholy for I speak what I see. And what do I see O pitiful children? Generations of pride that build fortresses on the shifting sands of the heart. I damn your values. I damn your ideals. They came from void and will return to void but in your arrogance you claim they are eternal and will give you immortality. Yea they will give your immortality, as a pyramid of bones that within is full of innumerable mummified corpses.
Ye know that the love of self is the greatest pleasure and yet will all pleasures comes the pit. Your pit is knowing you are hedonistic garbage, but take heart for I was sent to burn the filth for my words are the fire of awareness. Don’t repent, let truth destroy you.
I speak of conflict, in conflict, as the words leave my mouth, the kingdom of the beast is growing within your hearts and his fortold reign is on the horizon. Woe are you children of perdition, the damnation you chose before time within time is coming as midnight comes on the sleepless.
In sacrificing yourselves to yourselves, pierced by the language of your times, and hanging upon a barren tree of wisdom you gave birth to the black dragon of vengeance and cruelty from your wounds.
Mankind believes what it wants not knowing want determines belief, yet you are not simple as your wants are fragmented just like your beliefs, so you resort to what you see but I say those who rely on the eyes are blind for one only has to look at the center of the eye to the see the darkness through which we grasp our vision.
Upon awareness of itself mankind became a mirror reflecting desolation for what they call God is merely an experience and the deepest experience they have is that of themselves, yet what they are is merely a mask to hide the face of nothingness.
Running from the void generations have created hell and called it paradise, upon this rejoice in damnation for it is the cultivation of want and desire for a generation of swine.
The only prophet you see is within your own minds hence you condemn yourselves by your own thoughts.
You meditate on yourselves for meaning yet get lost on a perpetual journey of the self-eating snake that goes nowhere.
The truth man holds to is fundamentally the judgments of the day and yet days pass as well as the eons.
The first truth was the distinction of day and yet the day passes to night for this is where your knowledge leads you, and yet your glorify the dark night of the soul for your saints because true glory is the obliteration of knowledge and the rise of glory is in itself knowledge.
Building foundations for peace destruction and conflict issued forth leveling all thus showing foundations where never needed but rather they where a mirage and a façade created by the magicians of man to entertain the masses.
You cling to life for you cling to entertainment for you are already dead within killed by a desperate boredom thinking this is all there is, so I say rend yourselves in terror for at the center of all this is nothing as I am also a prophet of storms and life is a hurricane that has at the center nothing.
Survivors of my words embrace struggle for the will to live brings forth suffering that pays the debt of guilt brought on by life.
Ye doubt what I say? Good. For I am doubt and I know you do not fully embrace its depths out of fear of spiritual incest you hypocrites.
Tragedy gives you purpose and purpose is the cross you desperately seek to throw on to another but ye it is too late for thy strength is gone under a broken back.
The wounds in the heart and mind of man are the crucifixion man is to bear and with the dying gasp ushering in a new age they cry out “My god, my god, stay away from me!”.
You men of faith cry out faithlessly to your gods to exorcise my words, but here me speak “begone your false temples and let your followers scatter and submit to the only god you wage war against.”
You blame the devil or the flesh for your sins because you are afraid it was really you all along, so I cast ye to hell for that is the highest heaven you seek.
Running from experience to experience for fulfillment you ignore the only experience which never changed, hunger.
Brothers and sisters I look at the timeless rage within myself and I cry out in trepidation “Father! Father! My creator, it has been you since timeless beginning!” Behold the end of an age as time springs forth fire from the wet mud, for this god sacrifices all including himself and you know this father god by another name, Reason.
Madness is what I speak for madness is what experience it and what is the world but our experience?
Our minds and hearts are torn from each other and that is what makes us the same, in speaking to you I emerge from the depths directly to my own eyes hence the end of myself is always nigh and this is why you must fear these words.
The condemnation of a prophet’s life is words that are unheard, but I create a tear in your mind that acts as a womb for your words of condemnation to come forth unto yourselves and from this I act as the priest that anoints your union to oblivion.
Beliefs and morals are exhausted by those who practice them as these men err due not to weakness but the desolate soil of their souls choking all value, from this tragedy they plant fresh morals and fresh beliefs only for the same soil to consume these as well. Mankind repeats this exhausting labor unendingly for that is the fate his soul secretly wants. The only moral law man knows is suffering and this terrifies them for this is the hidden image of godhood.
Some of you have heard the teachings of the ancients that the sins of the father pass down from generation to generation and what greater sin is caused otherwise than by belief? For belief is what we build by the mind to alleviate want thus has always been a shifting foundations, and what greater belief for this piggish generation than that of the senses? You heathen build mounds of warped dust and praise yourselves unto a state of conflict with one another until everything is eradicated and the cycle resumes. The only thing that truly lasts of you is cycles, which you desperately try to escape, that cause further cycles resulting in a halo over your minds that you try to cast away for only holiness burns the demons.
The man of a fixed heart rarely lasts with the propagation of his bloodline for children are the act of conflict and his children are what he sees of himself. My children do ye not know your ideas and beliefs are your children, deeper than any bloodline?
You are divided within and between yourselves over whether or not to let my words take root, yet my words are division, and division is a root, so you are quite aware of them as you look within and without yourselves.
When in doubt you meditate on the ideal of a thing, the spirit of it, for clarity and yet your are blind to the notion that not only is it your own experience only, with others having differing experiences of the same thing, but there are innumerable things to meditate on and innumerable experiences of the one thing. This leads to the fragmentation of its ideal and spirit into the darkness from which it came. For are you not aware of the dark spaces between your own thoughts and senses and the dark space between your mind and the mind of others? Alas you cry in woe from these words because you know it makes you the god of your reality and one only desires what they desire until they have it. You wanted true power, now suffer for it as you struggle for the meaning to direct it, but do so in fear ye gods for you claim control over meaning too. Your power is the heaviest chain binding you to the most brutal of servitude for you know deep down you are the chains that fetter you to this heavy labor.
Prophecy is not meant for a greater future but to destroy everything we hold dear now, and the dearest thing you hold is your perceptions for that is the only existence of ‘now’. Let me eradicate what you see now, those who do not will face a division within themselves and each other that is its own abyss which will become their own version of present time.
Some of you praise your ancestor’s sacrifices to build this current world not knowing they embodied the conflict of man you so desperately seek to escape. Your pillar is the act of tearing flesh and spirit.
Some of you praise the future but that is rooted in the ‘now’ and what is now is internal and external conflict. What fruits do you expect your tree to bear when the soil is dry of everything but fear and cracked by innumerable reasonings of how or what should occur?
Some of you only praise ‘now’ and yet each of you is cutting it apart with every decision you make and you call this “expression”, but what can be more expressive than seeing the world burn with unquenchable sorrow and insatiable greed as the hole within you seeks to absorb every experience you where destined to have?
Should I do as you think and be light hearted and have joy when you separate the light from the heavy and the joy from the sorrow? I am the prophet of separation, so who are you to rebuke ye followers?
Your exterior gods are only an interior experience, as what is outside appears in the mind, so when you blame them you blame yourself. Why run from my condemnation of you for you would be running in circles with yourself as my words are the gods that cut your souls.
I am the prophet of the foreign and strange for you cut me off as you cut others off as the difference my words make are the differences you see in others and you respond to difference with a knife for difference is a knife. Bend back your necks as I sever your throats with my tongue to release ye unto the desolation within your core.
I speak, hear these words; existence is conflict for through opposition movement occurs and only through movement do things, such as ye, appear. Creation is the act of penetrating nothingness, it is the act of awareness, for to see darkness as darkness distinction comes forth as lightning and the storm of existence ushers forth. This hurricane is born from and empty center and the hurricane drives itself forth toward the empty center to sacrifice itself unto it. Know what I speak for this is cyclical existence itself, the crown of your minds, for look at the circle and see it as the space between spaces and yet all there is is empty space from which contradiction comes from as the division of space through space as space. It is the sign of complete order through contradiction. Reality is the void within void as a void, hence you mark me as a monster for saying there is no fulfillment and yet you do so for you are hungry for a truth that does not exist, but this is double minded as you fear to admit the only truth is insatiable hunger for experience. Cursed are you by the tragedy of you were destined to be, existence is the tragedy of the story teller for to tell a story is the act of existence itself.
For you of knowledge of the material, matter is a concept for you cannot point to it physically without first using matter, thus what you deem as foundational is a circular rhetorical game between and within yourselves. Is the value you place on matter matter as well? If so then matter is self-aware and is the act of conflict and contradiction too for the self-aware is the divided which wages war on existence on behalf of itself and preys upon the conquerable thus making a bond with it that consumes the other half until neither remains. Matter in these respects, at its core, is fundamentally oblivion, much like your games of deep truth you play in order to gain a sense of meaning through the senses for a short while. Should I laugh at you? How would you be able to distinguish what you hear if all is matter?
Contradiction leads to conflict and conflict leads to destruction. Destruction is sacrifice, time is the altar. You are born from what you sacrifice to so I sacrifice us all to nothingness through the speaking of desolate words that act as the sacrificial knife to bleed all out.
Nothingness cannot be proven for to prove it would prove nothing and yet proof is that which aligns with the heart and mind. Do you forget there is a hole within the desires of the heart and the reasonings of the mind?
You cling to pride to kill the suffering of life not knowing life manifests itself as pride unwittingly, for it tells itself it stands above the abyss, but this is only a half truth as there is no above or below, left or right in the center of the void.
Bragging of your murder of God you murdered yourselves with the accumulation of warring idols that took the place of the vacuum he left.
Turning to religious leaders and philosophers, who are divided within and without, for a truth that is the least harmful to you, a whirlwind of obsidian glass, shards of broken thoughts and beliefs, overtakes mankind and a voice comes from within this vortex shrieking “the question of suffering is the deepest pain ye seekers of truth.”
Your mockery of the Crucified One gave birth to my words, so hear them and wail; the abyss is where these generations of mockers are to hang, burnt by the heaviest of black fire, as the this is the nature of mockery, it is the warping of truth. The cross represents sacrifice by the marriage of conflicting opposites. You have rejected this symbol as you have rejected the crucifixion that comes with bearing this image, so a heart of chaos will be bestowed on you people until all is eradicated anew.
I cry out from the heart of time, “All must be sacrificed, even sacrificed itself!”
True words only come from the heart you babbling idiots.
The wisdom and knowledge generations have brought forth are merely half-truths. They fracture the soil of existence as roots for the tree of experience whose fruits you eat of to the point of sickness.
How can God unleash such horrific words from my mouth you think. I ask why do you separate God from horror?
What fulfillment you find in this world let time’s greed consume it before you and as you reach out to save it may the sword of life’s devastation remove your hand.
Love is cursed for you need want and tragedy to show it.
Truth is the eternal raging fire that burns away all that exists, the ancients called this God and man was made in this image clothed in time, hence why men in his full nature is both sacrificer and the sacrificed. Why do you think the ancients opened their hands to the heavens as if hanging from a cross? Have you fallen so far as to forget your true nature? Yes you have and now bear the gravity of a fruitless existence.
You are only aware of your own experience and your experience of hearing and seeing other’s experiences. This is how you make sense of existence, but I say unto you experience is but a vacuum that warps reality as a hole in space for there are innumerable experiences to choose from so how do you choose? You do not for fate is the apex by which everything is measured. The fate of all things is dissolution, now bear this heavy yoke as you grasp to own the heavens.
You think power will save you? It is the abyss you seek to conquer not knowing power comes and goes back to it. Everything appears and disappears into nothing, this is the true nature of power.
Hope is the ancient myth that has birthed countless stories making it fundamentally an object of imagination no different than the memories of youth.
Mankind holds onto beliefs out of fear of the unknown and this unknown is the darkness within that they cover with the mask of faith and reason. Men who steal are the first to put on a mask.
I have come to destroy everything you hold most dear and that is your minds and hearts. With my coming I give a gift, pure desolation.
Your truth is but a mirror for an ever-changing heart and when you look within for strength you walk through the infinite hallway of mirrors within mirrors. You believe this is depth of character but I say you are truly a shallow reflection of circumstances that are barely known to you.
I am the prophet of the worm for my word burrows within and your thoughts you feed to it.
You kill, rape and eat each other as the great circular snake who kills itself, penetrates itself and consumes itself. This is your highest truth. I say unto thee you are a shallow circular puddle of mud unaware of the depths of reality for would you see it you would dry and crack as the desert you are destined to become.
Eternal life for you would be an endless cycle and fear this for the great circle has as hold in the center, your god has a pierced heart.
You create morals so to have a clean conscience and peace but forget a clean conscience brings forth annihilation and annihilation brings peace for all is clear within desolation.
If you where given everything you desired you would desire only one more gift, death.
Enlightenment is the awareness that the world wages war on what you hold closest to you.
You think you will pray for the gods to alleviate suffering? You fools, they where the ones that gifted you with it.
You separate God and man but the experience of God is man, it is mankind’s crowning achievement.
Experience is what makes man the central animal of existence for the diversity of what he can see, think and feel tears him apart from the inside out and it is this true flaggelation that is it’s own experience, it’s own god.
You play games as to what or who to give meaning to not knowing the meaning itself is what you use to warp the experiences you have as to something greater or less than everything else. You divide yourselves in doing so and this is the foundation of the meaning you seek.
You hold onto the burden of traditions and values that separate yourselves, the heaviest tradition and value you hold is who you are for that is the tradition and value you held since birth.
The shelter of reasonings you set up for the coming storm will fail as your blood will pour forth from the ceiling as rain.
The greatest despair ye rage over was being born, that is the tragedy of your lives.
You see yourselves as important because secretly you feel less than everyone.
You put things in boxes and call this sanity, but when the thing either dies or breaks the box you call the reality of it insane. You hypocrites, for the formation of the box comes from nothing and goes back to nothing, so who is it to say whether or not the box is insanity itself for what it comes from and goes too is not a box you can put the experience of a box in.
Where does the flame of change come from? You only see it from memory and thought as the exact ‘now’ holds within it a silent stillness as if reality is but a pool of water from which to drink experience. Your perverse minds of greed are what dissolves reality by turning it to a raging ocean of fire.
In your pride you seek to know the totality of existence out of fear of knowing nothing. I say if you would know all there is to know you would know that it is nothing for the totality of existence has no comparison and we know things only by comparison. You sought the truth and found the void, lament you whose hearts are minds are bound to the world of things you believe fixed.
Unchanging truth? Only the void has no change and what you deem fixed changes as new truths, introduced from nothing, change how you see the fixed as sight is reality.
Hardship purifies and I will give you the greatest of all hardships, your distortion.
Your eons of sorrowful wailing are the laughter that comes from my mouth for I am the prophet of time grown old. Despair ye lovers of the world as my words consume your sentiments.
You rage against my words and cry out “how can such a horror as he be?” And I answer “How can anything be? Existence is justification.”
My words are the seeds of for the great destruction yet to occur.
You wage war on peace and tranquility so I say peace and tranquility shall be war for you and you will have no rest for your souls.
Cursed within cursed are you for you desire desire.
By words is reality altered and I come forth speaking desolation to return everything to The Silent One.
Your words are empty as your spirit is empty but my spirit is the aging of time ever present.
As I am torn asunder my children let ye be torn asunder so that we may know each other fully within the one true destruction of what was, is and to be known.
You pray to God in public yet you seek the devil in private and from this division I speak these words “Here I am. You heard me.”
You tear reality apart for knowledge not knowing that to tear apart is the reality of knowledge hence your unknowing of this is your knowledge of who ye are in the uttermost depths, you divided people of division.
Know these oft spoken word as the foundations of what I say, you are damned if you do and damned if you do not.
Mankind is not honest with itself when it speaks of happiness for it really means distraction.
I am the prophet of the absurd for reality is the senseless division of what is to become eventually offset, ye know me for the judgments you make give fruit to this.
Desire is judgment you kings and queens.
Anything can be argued as truth for the relativity of things comes from and goes to absolute desolation.
Telling you to rage not would be fruitless for rage is the god that gives you meaning to face the despair, and ye hypocrites say you have religious faith and zeal.
You close your eyes to the suffering of others as you are afraid of seeing who you really are.
The deepest fear mankind has is that they might be gods so they make them up and become gods in doing so.
The deepest suffering is having none.
You desire evil so to appreciate the good so I say unto you something darker; there is no evil and the cold vacuum of the what is good that comes with these words leaves all the shades of cruelty as life itself.
Ye say there is sin but quarrel over the line in which it begins and ends and in this I say “What sing?”. For ye claim sin is the line of separation and separate yourselves within and without as to what and where this line occurs.
You seem to look from the heights down on man when you claim he is fallen, you are both high and low and divided in both.
The history of man is the tragedy of seeking paradise after its loss and from this it may be said that even paradise itself cannot face the void without consuming itself.
Religion is the divided interpretations between men over another man’s experiences who, in himself, was divided from his times to such an extent that he brought awe and horror. By nature religion is the process of dissolution and is but a shadow cast by the interior abyss.
Love is what divides people more than anything else and that is the god you claim for yourselves but fortunately your faithlessness and hypocrisy will save you for a short while.
You love laughter because of your deep despair.
Mankind’s selfless acts are deeply rooted with a desperation to save a part of themselves.
The perpetual fragmentation within existence is the tree whose branches produce the fruit of dissolution. From the seed of the fruit of dissolution sprouts fragmentation.
No matter how clear the truth, mankind will always resort to imagination to see it, but the chaos of your minds comes from what I speak and therefore despair of your homes within.
Mankind primarily cries out to God to hear themselves and upon hearing their own voice they become convinced of a god existing.
The place of man is labor in both thought and deed for of the sand was he born and the desert storms come forth as vortexes, such is the cycle of existence.
Man we born from a womb of sorrow, deep are his labors, even when resting, and contentment he finds only briefly. Cursed be the ground he walks for weeds spring forth from his tears, he chases paradise only to find a mirage within his soul.
Ye think that if you had an answer to existence you would have something to hold onto, but your greed would drive you to grasp so tightly that truth would crush and slip through your fingers thus leaving your answer to existence as a clenched fist before all.
You feel guilt for what was easily given as you know it was not given from your pride.
You fear equating man to God for you see the brutality of man and with a double edged tongue ye say that man is the image of God. Ye men of faith claim love for your experience of what you know as God, but deep within you hate God for ye know the only God is the sharp two edged sword of experience that cuts all including the wielder. You warriors of faith behead both the demon and yourself in the battles of your own hearts not knowing the hydra is the nature of all we know.
In your minds my words are of brutality and I call you hypocrites for it, for your compassion is what allows me to exist and you blame me for my words? No, your ‘love’ is the womb from which I will tear out and wreak destruction, your self-sacrifice will be the knife I use to gain freedom. Hear me and wail like a mother who as lost her child.
The infinite cycles within and without that compose existence leaves the fundamental truth of reality as void for infinite squares within and without leaves no real form at all but rather a blankness, a cornerless square. You do not understand what I say for you are blinded by the lense of time.
You want more and more experiences until you become sick to the point of begging like a poor man that it is all wiped away. So what is the value of your troubles to gain that which you hope to lose? And you think me a monster to be killed for prophesying desolation but like all prophets before me the people only love what they first try to kill. Nigh I am unkillable, to your detriment, for I speak from the hole within you.
Ye are sorrowful for the hole within you as if it were a mistake, yet it may be said that the hole is not a mistake but you are for it was impossible to make mistakes until existence occurred.
I can see through you for I have seen the ‘see through-ness’ itself.
Where you grateful I would not be here, I am here because you labor relentlessly for paradise.
You hide your sins not because of shame but because you treasure them and do not want to cast your pearls to swine, but ye are swine and you choke on the pearls you have swallowed.
How and what you value is out of your power. Your love of values is your claim of power over them yet your claim is not within your grasp. Your highest value is the act of value placement itself and yet there is no clarity in your mind as to what value is without crushing it under the weight of words. These things I say so that ye may know it is from the center of you that these things occur and the center is marked by a hole. Ye secretly have no values and power or claim over nothing. Give into despair and rage so to know the fruits of this existence.
If you listened to your heart you would be deafened by silence and turn to the mind, out of fear, only to be driven mad by the complexity of the storm within it.
What you call great is dust molding dust until a dust storm blows it away. You continue on this cycle and call it strength and yet your strength is the dust you look into for guidance. I am the prophet of the abyss, the word issued forth from a void center that destroys all the forms of the heart and mind as they slip through your grasp into nothing.
Man seeks pleasure because of the pain that comes with it, so I speak words that give no pleasure but drive home the knife and give only the pain of wanting more as you know ye do not want pleasure but only the act of wanting pleasure.
The memories you cling to are warped by the imagination itself over time, so who are you to say what is real and what is not, for if forgetting does not dissolve reality for you than imagination will.
Revisiting an old home from time ago you notice nothing has changed but you have and the value of the home’s old memories ceases with this new awareness. The horror I give unto thee are these words, your home is in your hearts and you revisit it constantly.
In the darkness alone with himself a man forms a myriad of justifications for past and future actions so to prove the value and necessity of his existence unaware that the proof itself is a loop of reassurance between mind and heart that goes nowhere. A cinder of guilt in the man’s soul occurs as the futility of his self discourse is hidden by the smoke of reasoning.
The story of the foundations of existence is grounded in generation upon generation of individuals who stand apart from their times telling tales of experiences within their own minds and the followers, desperate for something to cling to, retelling these images according to how they see it. The story of existence is a process of rending apart identity not finding one.
Seek a better future and join the countless generations who have burned away before my one true eye by their struggle to do so, ye they may have treasure within until they pay mind to it and see its mirage-like transparency rooted in the changing conditions of the mind.
Men who claim wisdom use the word ‘mystery’ to describe existence but this is merely how they see themselves for they truly do not know the meaning of their words, or even who they are, and yet in their arrogance they speak what they call truth.
I give unto you a deeper hunger of the soul to vanquish what little rest ye may have.
Good intentions are but prideful self-justification as to how existence should unfold, yet who are ye to be virtuous when the reality of evil unfolds as well, who is the judge when both already do?
Knowledge is chaos for it is conflicting distinctions within distinctions whose roots in what is self evident is merely a reflection of the soul of the times, the nature of knowledge needing to be taught is the exhibition of one soul over another, the deeper the knowledge the deeper the confusion and what is divided is easy to conquer. To educate is to rape and consume innocence.
You say the world may be made better and if it may always be better than it is always never good enough, ye fools it is a waste to improve it and yet you must. Your are a generation of waste so destroy it and call that greatness so as to kill the pain of guilt.
The existence of suffering is the foundation of reality for have you not seen all the children enter the world crying?
You test reality upon what ye are aware of to gain a deeper awareness not knowing that your awareness circles upon itself as the old awareness justifies the new and the new justifies the old. Ye of depth who are aware of awareness go in a circle and to be aware of this circle is a further circle unto the circle of eternity thus leaving the indestructible as vanity with a hole in the center.
You look to the excellent for strength and starve yourselves by your absence of self-awareness thus becoming a burden to who you value. You go to yourself for strength and lose it carrying the burden of other’s. What strength you have is a ghost within you, something to grasp at until your hand goes through.
For this generation love means entertainment.
My heart is an obsidian alter upon which ye shall be sacrificed to the abyss.
Your hearts taint reality and yet your prayers for salvation from the insatiable hole within will obliterate all things as time unfolds.
You tell yourselves stories to keep warm in the cold darkness of midnight as the myth of life unfolds before your unknowingly following the footsteps of your ancestors who for countless generations divided the warmth into nothing by innumerable different stories.
Ye are shepherds who are so focused on entertaining yourselves to alieve boredom that ye lost the sheep to the wolves of boredom within.
You pick something that affects you deeply like a fruit and measure reality according to its taste unknowing that it is not the experience but the depth that drive you to do so, of what greater depth is there than the abyss?
I have many names for I tear reality apart and you know I am nameless because of it, but for you know my name as “The Wound of God”.
Home is who you journey with and ye are conflicting beasts within and without hence why you may call me in fear Father.
Some of you may say God is beyond experience hence I say God is nothing and this is the deepest experience ye will be marked by timelessly.
The deepest experience is always personal so ye are always alone as only you are you and nobody truly knows you or they would not be them. This truth I offer is an experience of who you truly are child as I speak from within.
I say blessed be the divided for they know what I speak and shall yield the fruits of turmoil whose roots run deep within the soil of madness and insanity.
At the end of the discourse a young man approached as the crowd left silently and said “If this is truth so be it, with full acceptance I take this mantle for with it I will see the face of God in my brother and sister, father and mother. We will bear each other’s wounds unto the end of time. I pity you though prophet for you love not. Don’t ye know the utmost freedom of heart and mind is to look within the universal wound and say “I am here, so be it my friend.” We will meet each other again prophet as both brother and friend in the end so I wish thee well on thy journey.”
At this the prophet disappeared as a vapor into the center of the young man and a cross was burned into his forehead.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Ye seek to share joy and yet pain and tragedy bring people together, conflict is the great unity for all share the torment of torn spirit and limb. You curse sorrow, going into deeper sorrow, and yet it is the grounds for all you desire, and desire ye shall, for it is the curse of mankind, the division which is the center within him that allows him to be the great middle ground through which desolation, decay and destruction occurs. You may damn yourselves in thought and deed from these words but ye know that you desire this blasphemy of blasphemies as your existence is rooted in nothing and this is what you truly want for it comes from nothing thus making you gods.
Some of ye say you want not but ye are liars for you desire to convince yourselves and each other of this imagining. Other’s say do what you want and say this as slaves for want guides you and you would not know what to do without it, ye desperately seek freedom only to be freed unto more desperation.
You speak of want so I will show it to you, want is what drives you and what you love to oblivion and the obliteration of what you hold dear further drives you to deeper want. You want not to want and yet you would be nothing without it and you do not desire nothingness thus leading you to desire more want. Those of you who want nothingness speak from the heart, for the hole within drives you to say this and yet this emptiness is the cold vacuum that leads to want, thus you only know the division of contradiction within and between yourselves and now ye know the truth as madness.
Know madness and insanity as eternal for eternity itself is madness and insanity. What is more insane, more mad than a simple hole? Where else is there to know this truth than to look within?
There is nothing more than nothingness for in nothingness there is nothing to add or subtract. Who are ye to speak above this prophet of nothingness before you?
Some seek to remove prophets for they know the prophet speak no truth and all prophets are liars, this is why ye stand before me listening in silence. Some who listen to prophets see that truth divides hence again this is why ye stand before me listening in silence. Ye are divided in how to see me and this division is the silence you bear for it is nothingness.
My words fall on deaf ears for deafness is what I bring. Discourse amongst yourselves and within over what to accept and reject knowing my insight will bring division amongst and within you through the silence of desolation as you ask yourselves a simple question “truth?”. Know that asking this question is the division that the want for knowledge brings within you and then you will hear what cannot be heard, nothing.
I am the prophet of cold horror for I horrify that which brings horror by showing their love of power means nothing.
Yes? No? Maybe? You ask yourselves as look at the possibilities of life and yet I bring the division between this simple words for I show that the only possibility is one of division unto oblivion. The only comfort I will bring you as you lie naked and crying in a fetal position will be that of complete exhaustion.
The deepest violence one can do to another and to oneself is the penetrating knife of a question. I am the prophet of violence and the knife I insert into your heart is a simple question: How can you love with a hole in your heart and not destroy that which you love?
It is said to love each other as ye love yourselves and yet you know nothing of yourselves for the awareness of the grounds of your existence is always dissolving before you. Unbalanced and constantly tripping kin over you as a misplaced footstool used by others to reach the heights of unknowing, mankind puts their foot on the neck of themselves while beating themselves to a blood soaked ecstacy, called enlightenment, with every strike of the foot to the face they call ‘stepping towards progress’ . Ye are a blood soak pyramid of writhing bodies groaning in agony.
Some of ye say you want not but ye are liars for you desire to convince yourselves and each other of this imagining. Other’s say do what you want and say this as slaves for want guides you and you would not know what to do without it, ye desperately seek freedom only to be freed unto more desperation.
You speak of want so I will show it to you, want is what drives you and what you love to oblivion and the obliteration of what you hold dear further drives you to deeper want. You want not to want and yet you would be nothing without it and you do not desire nothingness thus leading you to desire more want. Those of you who want nothingness speak from the heart, for the hole within drives you to say this and yet this emptiness is the cold vacuum that leads to want, thus you only know the division of contradiction within and between yourselves and now ye know the truth as madness.
Know madness and insanity as eternal for eternity itself is madness and insanity. What is more insane, more mad than a simple hole? Where else is there to know this truth than to look within?
There is nothing more than nothingness for in nothingness there is nothing to add or subtract. Who are ye to speak above this prophet of nothingness before you?
Some seek to remove prophets for they know the prophet speak no truth and all prophets are liars, this is why ye stand before me listening in silence. Some who listen to prophets see that truth divides hence again this is why ye stand before me listening in silence. Ye are divided in how to see me and this division is the silence you bear for it is nothingness.
My words fall on deaf ears for deafness is what I bring. Discourse amongst yourselves and within over what to accept and reject knowing my insight will bring division amongst and within you through the silence of desolation as you ask yourselves a simple question “truth?”. Know that asking this question is the division that the want for knowledge brings within you and then you will hear what cannot be heard, nothing.
I am the prophet of cold horror for I horrify that which brings horror by showing their love of power means nothing.
Yes? No? Maybe? You ask yourselves as look at the possibilities of life and yet I bring the division between this simple words for I show that the only possibility is one of division unto oblivion. The only comfort I will bring you as you lie naked and crying in a fetal position will be that of complete exhaustion.
The deepest violence one can do to another and to oneself is the penetrating knife of a question. I am the prophet of violence and the knife I insert into your heart is a simple question: How can you love with a hole in your heart and not destroy that which you love?
It is said to love each other as ye love yourselves and yet you know nothing of yourselves for the awareness of the grounds of your existence is always dissolving before you. Unbalanced and constantly tripping kin over you as a misplaced footstool used by others to reach the heights of unknowing, mankind puts their foot on the neck of themselves while beating themselves to a blood soaked ecstacy, called enlightenment, with every strike of the foot to the face they call ‘stepping towards progress’ . Ye are a blood soak pyramid of writhing bodies groaning in agony.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Hold your hand out in front of you, know how real it is. Now put it at your side. Remember how real you hand was in front of you? Now it is a fading memory, know this as who you are when you remember yourselves, know this as who you are when you remember yourselves and all you love. Know these words for I am the forgotten prophet of forgetting.
I am beyond birth and death for the words I speak are the sword which separates these things, ye know I speak true for your awareness is division itself as you know the emptiness within.
I am the prophet of the cast away for as the ye cast away others I cast you away. Being castaways you know my words as truth for in the bitterness of isolation there is only one and I bring the great unity, through the spirit of desolation, for in the isolation one looks to himself and sees nothing but values of the heart consuming itself for strength against the bitter cold much like a vortex that confuses the mind. I would say be free through the casting away of value but ye do not want that as you desire value as the heavy yoke that breaks your back along the long cold track within the desert void.
My words are the unknowing between minds for within your discourse ye play games of meaning, with each side inventing its own rules, where you never truly know what the other says and when you do it is merely the pretending of the child within.
You choose to hear what makes you feel good for a time not knowing the feeling is rooted in an empty insatiable desire that will inevitably consume itself as time burns its long course. Turn to your brother and sister for the truth of despair for they act and speak unknowingly and yet are convinced nonetheless because the feeling they have for the moment of what they speak is but a candle where both sides are burning. The conviction of man is weak when it comes to value and virtue and people are easily deceived by a bright light in the dark for when it disappears everything appears darker.
The words I speak are a sacrificial knife to the soul that reveals what is within and bleeds all dry. You look to dirt molded by your own hands for guidance and feel but a looming shadow of futility in all things.
Remembrance ye seek? Of the countless multitude who where each but a single wave in the immeasurable ocean of life do you truly think you matter? Waves clash into each other and disappear, you remember one and forget another. Greatness is only a flower that blooms for a time then withers into the dust from which it came. Give me one ounce of depth of truth about a peasant from generations ago, ye cannot. Tell me of a king or queen other than from a story that changes over time and yet if so tell me who they were within if you where so close? Life is fragmented and fading memories of vain images and you can from this if you try but it will only be in circles.
Can ye see the universe without time? No you cannot for time is the division that allows for one star to be seen from another. Some of you speak as if the universe is one great unity, yet it directs the actions of mankind and look how your brother cuts the throat of one and rapes another until someone entirely different steps in and smashes his head with a club. This is the universe for it is what your brother sees within himself, burning destruction.
You tell the primordial truth with lies thus making the truth planted in lies and a crop of rot appears before man through which he becomes sick and vomits reality back into a trough from which he again eats like a pig. Your speaking of this one truth is but folly for the chaos of imagination is the god that directs you. If ye truly spoke the truth all that would be heard is silence for truth is desolation.
Explanation is merely the twisting and writhing of the great worm as it feeds upon the mind for the dirt upon which it feeds lets it grow so who is to blame the worm as the mind is meant to be consumed. And of this consumption, it’s purpose? Madness. Doubt me not for your geniuses are but lunatics with worms in their heads.
Your scriptures are nothing other than the meaning you apply to them thus when you read them you are having a dialogue with yourself. And what is yourself? Who are you? A mind merged within itself is infinite loops within and without that are but nothing for in the infinite there is no distinction and yet everything is distinction; ye know this as truth to you is merely what you repeat in your mind until your heart accepts it, and ye repeat repetition within repetition so you hold fast to the ultimate vain image ye call the circle of meaning, an image with a hold in the center.
I am beyond birth and death for the words I speak are the sword which separates these things, ye know I speak true for your awareness is division itself as you know the emptiness within.
I am the prophet of the cast away for as the ye cast away others I cast you away. Being castaways you know my words as truth for in the bitterness of isolation there is only one and I bring the great unity, through the spirit of desolation, for in the isolation one looks to himself and sees nothing but values of the heart consuming itself for strength against the bitter cold much like a vortex that confuses the mind. I would say be free through the casting away of value but ye do not want that as you desire value as the heavy yoke that breaks your back along the long cold track within the desert void.
My words are the unknowing between minds for within your discourse ye play games of meaning, with each side inventing its own rules, where you never truly know what the other says and when you do it is merely the pretending of the child within.
You choose to hear what makes you feel good for a time not knowing the feeling is rooted in an empty insatiable desire that will inevitably consume itself as time burns its long course. Turn to your brother and sister for the truth of despair for they act and speak unknowingly and yet are convinced nonetheless because the feeling they have for the moment of what they speak is but a candle where both sides are burning. The conviction of man is weak when it comes to value and virtue and people are easily deceived by a bright light in the dark for when it disappears everything appears darker.
The words I speak are a sacrificial knife to the soul that reveals what is within and bleeds all dry. You look to dirt molded by your own hands for guidance and feel but a looming shadow of futility in all things.
Remembrance ye seek? Of the countless multitude who where each but a single wave in the immeasurable ocean of life do you truly think you matter? Waves clash into each other and disappear, you remember one and forget another. Greatness is only a flower that blooms for a time then withers into the dust from which it came. Give me one ounce of depth of truth about a peasant from generations ago, ye cannot. Tell me of a king or queen other than from a story that changes over time and yet if so tell me who they were within if you where so close? Life is fragmented and fading memories of vain images and you can from this if you try but it will only be in circles.
Can ye see the universe without time? No you cannot for time is the division that allows for one star to be seen from another. Some of you speak as if the universe is one great unity, yet it directs the actions of mankind and look how your brother cuts the throat of one and rapes another until someone entirely different steps in and smashes his head with a club. This is the universe for it is what your brother sees within himself, burning destruction.
You tell the primordial truth with lies thus making the truth planted in lies and a crop of rot appears before man through which he becomes sick and vomits reality back into a trough from which he again eats like a pig. Your speaking of this one truth is but folly for the chaos of imagination is the god that directs you. If ye truly spoke the truth all that would be heard is silence for truth is desolation.
Explanation is merely the twisting and writhing of the great worm as it feeds upon the mind for the dirt upon which it feeds lets it grow so who is to blame the worm as the mind is meant to be consumed. And of this consumption, it’s purpose? Madness. Doubt me not for your geniuses are but lunatics with worms in their heads.
Your scriptures are nothing other than the meaning you apply to them thus when you read them you are having a dialogue with yourself. And what is yourself? Who are you? A mind merged within itself is infinite loops within and without that are but nothing for in the infinite there is no distinction and yet everything is distinction; ye know this as truth to you is merely what you repeat in your mind until your heart accepts it, and ye repeat repetition within repetition so you hold fast to the ultimate vain image ye call the circle of meaning, an image with a hold in the center.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Some of ye hold my words and know the vanity of existence yet you indulge in pleasure and avoid pain thus becoming double sided liars as these things are vain too. Ye love vanity hence have a contempt for all as ye exploit to find hidden purpose while knowing it to be a lie. Pleasure and pain are the roots for meaning thus with meaning comes division and contradiction so I say unto thee a simple word “madness”.
Ye are only aware of what appears within and without yourselves and you have no control over what appears so who are ye to say they are masters of their fate? And yet is appears to you that ye are master, but this appearance comes from nothing and goes back to nothing, so much so for mastery, a vain mirage, and know existence itself as this. And what is a mirage but something we strive to only to find nothing. Suffering is but a mirage you run from only to make it more menacing, ye cowards.
Some of you think that life looses its bowels on you because you did not get what you want, but little do ye know that ye are the excrement that is loosed.
In a boundless space a single point is always the center and this single point is but emptiness, it is nothingness. Know ye each as the center point of existence for the wound within is no different than a vacuous point. I am the prophet of the bottomless abyss and know yourselves as followers for ye know ye stand along as a god deep within, a god of the dark abyss that calls upon you to consume yourself unto a variety of forms that makes ye inseparable from the darkness that imprisons you.
The only reality one truly know of the suffering of their brother and sister is a fleeting imagining of it, so know how alone ye truly are for minds are separated by the images within that first allows the very same mind to be. In this know the mind creates suffering to fill the hole that causes it.
Ye think your suffering is great? Know that other’s suffer deeper and now suffer more for it as your suffering is pointless and ye desire to desire this for you want an identity. To be distinct is to suffer and existence is the distinction of the mind ye value so deeply. You suffer in vain and this makes your heart true for ye love vanity and will sacrifice anything for it, yet your founded identity would be an empty form within an empty form for identity is founded on the nature of want.
You protect what you value for you know existence will tear it apart and this protection separates it from existence and in doing causing it to cease existing as it dissolves within your grasp.
Your gods, the beliefs, values and ideas you hold are pulled into reality to alleviate suffering thus causing the pantheon to submit to the only one true God, vacuous pain. It is because of pain things come forth with their existence bringing the gift of more suffering.
Some of you open the door to all and I come visiting as the cold winter air at midnight to reveal a frozen wasteland to your homes for ye know a house only occurs because of empty space and I am the prophet of the empty, no need to apologize to the visitor for being inhospitable, as we share the same nature, for a home is but a vacuum to pull one away from existence as I shall unto you through desolation within desolation.
Ye resort to images within for hope and strength unaware these are only images and divided they are between each other and from what one sees to another. Greatness ye seek for a time and what you consider great changes as well thus leaving greatness but a vacuum to overcome a vacuum within, however it is no different for how can there be any difference in what is essentially nothing? Despair of what ye deem holy and excellent within you.
Resorting to fragmented stories within and between each other to ease the suffering of uncertainty your grasping for what makes sense crushes crushes everything into the garbage pit your call ‘yourselves’ and you use this word with deep pride.
That which you deem true is only that which aligns internally for a time and as you change so does truth. The question of truth is one of division and change pointing to an emptiness as to what you seek. Fear this more of what I am to say; a thing is change and nothingness has no change. Ye fear change and yet want it thus showing how divided and hollow ye are.
Your eldars speak of future paradise to gain power from you by exploiting your greed for more experiences, a future paradise is your present hell of time itself.
I am the prophet of shame for I see all your hopes, visions, beliefs and ideals as nothing but a brief pulse that will dissolve itself, who you are is nothing deep within and this nothingness nurtures the fear which is the root of all lies ye imagine.
Your rituals, the actions you commit to with intent to reorient your perspectives, are a deception you crave deep within. You commit to specific actions so to change how you see things without realizing that desperation and exhaustion from life is what drives you to enter into temples and attend sporting events. There is no way to maintain the change within you that you find without it being subject to deeper change as time progresses for time desecrates the holiness you find within as the great hidden altar that lays the bars of the prison of your desires bare. Your greatest idol, that you worship while blaspheming other gods, is the knife of finitude that cuts the throats of yourselves and others to bleed all hearts dry while the blood pours forth and dissolves back into the great altar of empty space.
You run to pleasure to save you only to exhaust yourselves while running in circles. You run from pain to save you only to magnify it as you run out of breath. You sit still and find a terrifying hole within that lays unto destruction all you know, except for the terror as that is the god you secretly worship as it bestows intent and purpose within the mask of a desire for more.
One only has to look within the eyes of their brother and sister to know God is not love as there is but a black hole in the center. The deepest lie within the course of history is God’s love as the people that come forth and say this are the sign of hypocrisy existence brings forth. And the sign’s meaning? He is not love but raw unfettered cruelty and brutality of the deepest sort for the pain given is always personal. Ye where created with a hole through the center, a contradiction by nature as it is universal division, so who are ye to say anything of law?
To see yourself as everyone tears you apart innumerably thus making you nothing, to see yourself as distinct tears you apart from everything thus making you nothing. Either direction points to an abyss, so who are you to say “I am…”.
To gain a heart of stone simply pray for hope and the cold silence will freeze it harder than a rock.
If God is unable to prevent evil than God is not all powerful. If God is able to prevent evil than God is not all good. With the observation of God is division of good and evil and the division of God as not all powerful. The God man is aware of is subject to division and it is this infinite gulf that is the truth beyond God, for it defines him, and even God submits to this division that lays all bare. What is laid bare is that God has a hole in the center, a deep wound, that drives a deep desire to futily create to fill it. How is this known? Experience is God and the hole within is the deepest experience.
The deepest experience one can have is that no one else can experience their deep experience thus the deepest experience is being trapped within oneself, all alone, knowing the cruelty of the cold vacuum of isolation and this is the truth of godhood. Ye wanted godhood now tremble in despair and terror before yourself.
You hide behind God and the Devil because deep within you know ye are responsible for everything, including the notions of the divine and the demonic. Your visions are not of that which is above nature, they are of you for you are the sight that sees them into existence. Now rend yourselves in terror for the gods you praise and mock are you. Your cruelty to your brother and sister is cruelty to God for that is how you know God.
In your darkest hour you give into prayer that someone will show you the smallest act of genuine kindness so that your hope does not die. And what happens? Nothing.
In the beginning there was only a void darkness. This is all you need to know and when ye forget you will be reminded by the so called ‘kindness’ of your neighbor and then ye will know true desolation.
The truth behind and of language is so cold that when ye grasp it you will be burned. I am the prophet of ice, for I burn all movement to nothing with the cold words I speak.
Truth is merely the process of lying as little as to what is possible, hence it is a process of dissolution through reduction into void for if one knew the truth they would be silent and ye hate silence so I stand before you speaking a great hurricane of words that will level who you are, and that is you are noise.
People who seek to believe in God have innumerable variations to pursue until they realize the one version of God that manifested them all, the cruelty of division and conflict.
Your philosophies and religions are why ye are so fragmented and you enjoy this fragmentation for it results in a caste system within yourselves where you matter due to always being higher than another. Ye fools, don’t ye know that to be high makes you no different than the low you depend upon for you to be high? Greatness is the act of separation, it is the birthing of an abyss where ye are suspended alone, crucified in nothing, sacrificed for nothing, as greatness is nothing. Ye know what I speak of for the passing fulfillment of rising above haunts ye with a looming shadow of emptiness.
I am the prophet of the eternal serpent, the orobos, for the words I speak consume us all only to birth new words unto itself that display the vanity of the great cycle of existence for birth and death of things are of no consequence to me. Ye are what ye practice, and your repetition is but a cycle that goes nowhere leaving an empty feeling within that ye seek to fill with more cycles of thought, action and belief. And what are the fruits? A simple vain empty cycle.
Your judgments of good and evil are simply your expressions of what you value and these values conflict within and without leading to the only thing that is beyond good and evil, war, for war is the central notion of good and evil. Do not lie to yourselves and say ye want peace for peace requires war to not only maintain it but also for peace to stand apart and have an identity. The true peace you are after is strife.
You worship the gods to alleviate suffering thus the only god you know is temporary contentment for what you really worship is the suffering of time passing and with it destruction of all ye hold dear with this being your souls or rather the word you use to describe it “identity”.
If ye know the minds of others you would realize how little ye mattered for the thing people pay attention to is how to approach the vacuum within.
Madness and insanity is the truth of reality for any experience does not make sense in itself, for what we know only of experience is itself as “now”, and in relation to other things this blatant bond is just an appearance that blindly asserts itself without reason other than it just is. The bonds that allow the relation of things to occur are merely the division of reality into a distinct thing, the thing that appears. What ye know of truth is the act of perpetual division as to observe the connections that compose many things as one thing is the separation of the one new thing from another thing; the connection of all things separates the single thing, this single thing being all things, from any existence whatsoever for absolute unity is the same as nothingness for there is no distinction to allow it to be. Your speaking of truth and falsity are lies within you that act like a cancerous rot.
For what a thing is not is its non-existence and its non-existence, embodied by another thing, occurs relative to the existence of the thing. Existence and non-existence are both truth thus for you men of knowledge this nature of truth is divided, much like you my children.
Ye worship what ye value and the desire for the valued comes from the hole within thus consuming and destroying the thing ye love most, love becomes blinded by its own inability to love.
You obtain your values based upon the group ye ascribe to, therefore you have no real values of your own other than what the masses conflict over, if you have your own values you fight with the masses, your secret value is conflict and chaos.
Your rejection of what you call madness makes you all the more insane for you claim your ways are sanity thus causing the insanity of those who differ.
You value when things stand apart for it gives a sense of worth, but ye fools truly value conflict for that is how things stand apart, the deepest value of mankind is value itself but through value all is destroyed in time, for it to rise, until what is valuable stands alone signifying nothing.
Some of you are moral when it is convenient, other’s when it feels good, and some of you are moral for nothing. All of you are just occurrences within reality that comes from nothing and goes back to nothing for your decisions to be moral just appeared out of nowhere, how do you expect it to end with such a beginning? Eternally? Nothing is eternal, or better yet nothingness is eternal.
Some of you believe existence leads to existence but the very act of change itself requires a dissolution of the old and this dissolution of the old makes the old nothing as it ceases, what comes from the old is merely a spontaneous occurrence, from the emptiness within the old and ceasing of the old, for no one can predict an exact change. Things appear from nothing and go back to nothing and ye are a thing.
Ye are only aware of what appears within and without yourselves and you have no control over what appears so who are ye to say they are masters of their fate? And yet is appears to you that ye are master, but this appearance comes from nothing and goes back to nothing, so much so for mastery, a vain mirage, and know existence itself as this. And what is a mirage but something we strive to only to find nothing. Suffering is but a mirage you run from only to make it more menacing, ye cowards.
Some of you think that life looses its bowels on you because you did not get what you want, but little do ye know that ye are the excrement that is loosed.
In a boundless space a single point is always the center and this single point is but emptiness, it is nothingness. Know ye each as the center point of existence for the wound within is no different than a vacuous point. I am the prophet of the bottomless abyss and know yourselves as followers for ye know ye stand along as a god deep within, a god of the dark abyss that calls upon you to consume yourself unto a variety of forms that makes ye inseparable from the darkness that imprisons you.
The only reality one truly know of the suffering of their brother and sister is a fleeting imagining of it, so know how alone ye truly are for minds are separated by the images within that first allows the very same mind to be. In this know the mind creates suffering to fill the hole that causes it.
Ye think your suffering is great? Know that other’s suffer deeper and now suffer more for it as your suffering is pointless and ye desire to desire this for you want an identity. To be distinct is to suffer and existence is the distinction of the mind ye value so deeply. You suffer in vain and this makes your heart true for ye love vanity and will sacrifice anything for it, yet your founded identity would be an empty form within an empty form for identity is founded on the nature of want.
You protect what you value for you know existence will tear it apart and this protection separates it from existence and in doing causing it to cease existing as it dissolves within your grasp.
Your gods, the beliefs, values and ideas you hold are pulled into reality to alleviate suffering thus causing the pantheon to submit to the only one true God, vacuous pain. It is because of pain things come forth with their existence bringing the gift of more suffering.
Some of you open the door to all and I come visiting as the cold winter air at midnight to reveal a frozen wasteland to your homes for ye know a house only occurs because of empty space and I am the prophet of the empty, no need to apologize to the visitor for being inhospitable, as we share the same nature, for a home is but a vacuum to pull one away from existence as I shall unto you through desolation within desolation.
Ye resort to images within for hope and strength unaware these are only images and divided they are between each other and from what one sees to another. Greatness ye seek for a time and what you consider great changes as well thus leaving greatness but a vacuum to overcome a vacuum within, however it is no different for how can there be any difference in what is essentially nothing? Despair of what ye deem holy and excellent within you.
Resorting to fragmented stories within and between each other to ease the suffering of uncertainty your grasping for what makes sense crushes crushes everything into the garbage pit your call ‘yourselves’ and you use this word with deep pride.
That which you deem true is only that which aligns internally for a time and as you change so does truth. The question of truth is one of division and change pointing to an emptiness as to what you seek. Fear this more of what I am to say; a thing is change and nothingness has no change. Ye fear change and yet want it thus showing how divided and hollow ye are.
Your eldars speak of future paradise to gain power from you by exploiting your greed for more experiences, a future paradise is your present hell of time itself.
I am the prophet of shame for I see all your hopes, visions, beliefs and ideals as nothing but a brief pulse that will dissolve itself, who you are is nothing deep within and this nothingness nurtures the fear which is the root of all lies ye imagine.
Your rituals, the actions you commit to with intent to reorient your perspectives, are a deception you crave deep within. You commit to specific actions so to change how you see things without realizing that desperation and exhaustion from life is what drives you to enter into temples and attend sporting events. There is no way to maintain the change within you that you find without it being subject to deeper change as time progresses for time desecrates the holiness you find within as the great hidden altar that lays the bars of the prison of your desires bare. Your greatest idol, that you worship while blaspheming other gods, is the knife of finitude that cuts the throats of yourselves and others to bleed all hearts dry while the blood pours forth and dissolves back into the great altar of empty space.
You run to pleasure to save you only to exhaust yourselves while running in circles. You run from pain to save you only to magnify it as you run out of breath. You sit still and find a terrifying hole within that lays unto destruction all you know, except for the terror as that is the god you secretly worship as it bestows intent and purpose within the mask of a desire for more.
One only has to look within the eyes of their brother and sister to know God is not love as there is but a black hole in the center. The deepest lie within the course of history is God’s love as the people that come forth and say this are the sign of hypocrisy existence brings forth. And the sign’s meaning? He is not love but raw unfettered cruelty and brutality of the deepest sort for the pain given is always personal. Ye where created with a hole through the center, a contradiction by nature as it is universal division, so who are ye to say anything of law?
To see yourself as everyone tears you apart innumerably thus making you nothing, to see yourself as distinct tears you apart from everything thus making you nothing. Either direction points to an abyss, so who are you to say “I am…”.
To gain a heart of stone simply pray for hope and the cold silence will freeze it harder than a rock.
If God is unable to prevent evil than God is not all powerful. If God is able to prevent evil than God is not all good. With the observation of God is division of good and evil and the division of God as not all powerful. The God man is aware of is subject to division and it is this infinite gulf that is the truth beyond God, for it defines him, and even God submits to this division that lays all bare. What is laid bare is that God has a hole in the center, a deep wound, that drives a deep desire to futily create to fill it. How is this known? Experience is God and the hole within is the deepest experience.
The deepest experience one can have is that no one else can experience their deep experience thus the deepest experience is being trapped within oneself, all alone, knowing the cruelty of the cold vacuum of isolation and this is the truth of godhood. Ye wanted godhood now tremble in despair and terror before yourself.
You hide behind God and the Devil because deep within you know ye are responsible for everything, including the notions of the divine and the demonic. Your visions are not of that which is above nature, they are of you for you are the sight that sees them into existence. Now rend yourselves in terror for the gods you praise and mock are you. Your cruelty to your brother and sister is cruelty to God for that is how you know God.
In your darkest hour you give into prayer that someone will show you the smallest act of genuine kindness so that your hope does not die. And what happens? Nothing.
In the beginning there was only a void darkness. This is all you need to know and when ye forget you will be reminded by the so called ‘kindness’ of your neighbor and then ye will know true desolation.
The truth behind and of language is so cold that when ye grasp it you will be burned. I am the prophet of ice, for I burn all movement to nothing with the cold words I speak.
Truth is merely the process of lying as little as to what is possible, hence it is a process of dissolution through reduction into void for if one knew the truth they would be silent and ye hate silence so I stand before you speaking a great hurricane of words that will level who you are, and that is you are noise.
People who seek to believe in God have innumerable variations to pursue until they realize the one version of God that manifested them all, the cruelty of division and conflict.
Your philosophies and religions are why ye are so fragmented and you enjoy this fragmentation for it results in a caste system within yourselves where you matter due to always being higher than another. Ye fools, don’t ye know that to be high makes you no different than the low you depend upon for you to be high? Greatness is the act of separation, it is the birthing of an abyss where ye are suspended alone, crucified in nothing, sacrificed for nothing, as greatness is nothing. Ye know what I speak of for the passing fulfillment of rising above haunts ye with a looming shadow of emptiness.
I am the prophet of the eternal serpent, the orobos, for the words I speak consume us all only to birth new words unto itself that display the vanity of the great cycle of existence for birth and death of things are of no consequence to me. Ye are what ye practice, and your repetition is but a cycle that goes nowhere leaving an empty feeling within that ye seek to fill with more cycles of thought, action and belief. And what are the fruits? A simple vain empty cycle.
Your judgments of good and evil are simply your expressions of what you value and these values conflict within and without leading to the only thing that is beyond good and evil, war, for war is the central notion of good and evil. Do not lie to yourselves and say ye want peace for peace requires war to not only maintain it but also for peace to stand apart and have an identity. The true peace you are after is strife.
You worship the gods to alleviate suffering thus the only god you know is temporary contentment for what you really worship is the suffering of time passing and with it destruction of all ye hold dear with this being your souls or rather the word you use to describe it “identity”.
If ye know the minds of others you would realize how little ye mattered for the thing people pay attention to is how to approach the vacuum within.
Madness and insanity is the truth of reality for any experience does not make sense in itself, for what we know only of experience is itself as “now”, and in relation to other things this blatant bond is just an appearance that blindly asserts itself without reason other than it just is. The bonds that allow the relation of things to occur are merely the division of reality into a distinct thing, the thing that appears. What ye know of truth is the act of perpetual division as to observe the connections that compose many things as one thing is the separation of the one new thing from another thing; the connection of all things separates the single thing, this single thing being all things, from any existence whatsoever for absolute unity is the same as nothingness for there is no distinction to allow it to be. Your speaking of truth and falsity are lies within you that act like a cancerous rot.
For what a thing is not is its non-existence and its non-existence, embodied by another thing, occurs relative to the existence of the thing. Existence and non-existence are both truth thus for you men of knowledge this nature of truth is divided, much like you my children.
Ye worship what ye value and the desire for the valued comes from the hole within thus consuming and destroying the thing ye love most, love becomes blinded by its own inability to love.
You obtain your values based upon the group ye ascribe to, therefore you have no real values of your own other than what the masses conflict over, if you have your own values you fight with the masses, your secret value is conflict and chaos.
Your rejection of what you call madness makes you all the more insane for you claim your ways are sanity thus causing the insanity of those who differ.
You value when things stand apart for it gives a sense of worth, but ye fools truly value conflict for that is how things stand apart, the deepest value of mankind is value itself but through value all is destroyed in time, for it to rise, until what is valuable stands alone signifying nothing.
Some of you are moral when it is convenient, other’s when it feels good, and some of you are moral for nothing. All of you are just occurrences within reality that comes from nothing and goes back to nothing for your decisions to be moral just appeared out of nowhere, how do you expect it to end with such a beginning? Eternally? Nothing is eternal, or better yet nothingness is eternal.
Some of you believe existence leads to existence but the very act of change itself requires a dissolution of the old and this dissolution of the old makes the old nothing as it ceases, what comes from the old is merely a spontaneous occurrence, from the emptiness within the old and ceasing of the old, for no one can predict an exact change. Things appear from nothing and go back to nothing and ye are a thing.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Do not be amazed by insight for what is insightful to one is not insightful to another, insight is what separates peoples and ye punish men for the gulf it creates as the gulf is who you are within and this frightens you.
Your friendships are about cutting others off so ye can stand above them and it is this act of standing above that makes you below everyone for you and your group are alone in the darkness ye love so much.
Family is your justification to destroy other families for a family is just a symbolic army to wage war against all until nothing is left and then you consume each other for people are secretly disgusted by their own.
People fear being honest with themselves for if they were they would be obligated to destroy everything they know for they are the hole within and this hole points to the nature of true love as sacrifice of everything they hold dear.
Sorrow is self loathing over the vanity of what one values and the values that they value.
Ye are afraid to be still for to do so would be to see everything around and within dissolve, behold what I speak as I am the prophet of the void within the center of the storm.
To forget is to let a memory be consumed into nothing ye men and women of thoughtlessness.
Life is sacrificial by nature yet you choose what you sacrifice, I am the prophet of sacrifice for my wounds sacrifice all to nothing so that I may see through all and cut through it with my sight as a knife for all is nothing and nothing is all. Fear my words you petty people of judgement for you create a noose around your necks when you believe you are this or that, fear this more for ye are the noose around the empty center within.
Your entertainment provides the catharsis to alieve the guilt for destroying the things of the past that now entertain you, your guilt lies in the in the truth you only watch these things and are not them. You feel guilt for seeing the future within entertainment as ye are also separate from what may come. The simple truth is no matter what you do you value guilt, and use entertainment as the medium, and those who push it off do so to save their appetite for the meal they will later have.
Ye searchers of the truth find what you seek for what guides you and what guides you is what you seek and that is a vacuum within, why are you always looking for something permanent when you always desire the new? Ye are contradiction and what you will find is determined by who you are.
With my mouth I open the abyss and tear out your tongues while I kiss you thus leaving you speechless and unable to hold dialogue and from this muteness I give that will lay all clear in deafening silence.
Without your dark impulses you would be nothing for either you wage war against them or wage war for them and it is the conflict that makes ye who ye are as the darkness is the hand that guides you what is there to know when ye look deep within it?
With the transience of thing I found nothing to sacrifice to so I sacrificed myself to nothingness and saw all knowing time unfold before me with all the divisions that it manifests. Here I am before you, appearing from nothing, for I am the voice from the depths that cries out: burn it all for existence is but the fire of chaos and the order it is bound within is the silver lining of discipline of which ye know nothing for ye see nothing but a voice before you that quietly says: existence and suffering are but one and the same things, it is the fire that both drives and consumes one. Despair as I summon hell within you.
Exploitation is who ye are, seekers of experiences, so I will not tell you to repent but rather know your suffering has no point for you as the gnawing ache in your depths is a god of its own and ye love your gods as they are the allies and enemies that bring with them the mirage of purpose that guides you to the end of the earth and beyond.
I hunger for your innocence for it is foreign to me as upon seeing it I consume it so that it may be part of me until I defecate it out. The only innocence I see in you is your pride of life experience and so I will consume that and we will become one under the nature of my sharp teeth of division.
Ye want meaning? Then I will assign you godhood and then destroy you with that abyss as I have done to all other gods.
Do ye think interpretation will save you? No, it will not for the interpretation you propose will be divided into nature by yourselves and others over time, for I began the nature of interpretation with the knife I cut through my mother’s womb with by creating a simple straight line of division, I severed the abyss with a line only to create a new womb upon which to enter for a home.
I bring unto thee a simple commandment for ye seekers of godhood: conflict.
It is not what you value ye hold dear but the warmth it provides and ye feel warmth to such a select few things that I say unto thee: value the true nature of all things and lose the warmth ye cherish as your value is divided innumberably among everything with a universal love that is but cold winter air. Listen not to these words and still value a few things? These things in themselves hold no value other than your perception of them and there are infinite ways to view a thing. Your warmth is a story within yourselves you build so to feel a secure home and grow within it as petulant children, but I will take this from you with these words: the security you create with values is what separates yourself from everything else, as all values are truly personal thus never the same between people, us setting up the foundations of turmoil and conflict that will force you to grasp so tightly to what you cherish, for strength and purpose, that it will die.
In your dialogues your conflict of beliefs and ideals results in the chaos of conflict, in your dialogue your mutual acceptance of different beliefs and ideals results in the conflict of chaos. And what is the deepest thing ye discuss? Love. Look at the chaos you created from such as word, and see that the meaning of love is strictly conflict, never ending love is never ending conflict. Love and division are one and the same and ye secretly hate love for it as love is absent within you. Your desire to love and be loved shows you never truly have it, love is a mirage of the heart and pulls one apart on their journey in the desert to find it.
Ye desire coherency to existence yet are separated over what coherency is, so I will gift you with two simple words to cling to: suffering, conflict. You want meaning to this coherency I give, I will give you another word: destruction. And the fourth word to that you may have something to unite this coherency and meaning under a vision? Desolation.
What ye know of a bringer of some new faith is only a personal experience they had and ye take their experience and imagine your own version of it. Don’t ye know each and every man has an experience that gives them clarity, so how do you choose one over the other? Ye don’t for to choose would be a new experience a new faith that undermines what ye chosen by making it submit to you, the true experience of the multitude is the collective soul of man consuming itself.
Dialogue is how the gods kill eachother hence why you keep quiet, but wait, when you do so they consume themselves.
Ye seek so strongly to be written in history yet not only does history repeat itself making infinite versions of you, but history also shows the vast majority have little interest in the past. I am written in history for my words are the hollow cycle which allows it to begin and end in dissolution. The emptiness of my words are the vacuum that consumes all for the truest of words are a vacuum that dissolves everything before them.
Ye seek truth in the face of suffering for suffering brings out a deeper suffering of desire and what ye desire is truth. I place a heavy yoke upon you with these words: suffering and truth are one and the same as they are the division the comes from desire. You see what you want and are blind for it as you remove your eyes to fill the hole only to create a deeper hole within your skull.
Some of you your god commands ye to forgive without number for he has to forgive himself for creating mankind and all the sins that came forth from it. I would tell ye to forgive but ye do not want that for forgiveness is not within you as that would require letting go and you love to grasp. So grasp this: rage against the sin that is creation as ye release this war cry from the abyss that will be your life: “My name is ‘the eternal wound that is beyond birth and death’, you cannot kill me. Know my name for eternity”.
Your eldars create stories to guard the weak through the uncertainties of existence not knowing they themselves became weak and their stories slowly die through their successors thus leaving everyone within the dark depths of infinite possibilities that may or may not take place. The warm sense of security they provided is but a loose coal that catches the house on fire with infinite possibilities that consume those within it in a hell.
I am the prophet of the great devourer, for when I speak men consume themselves from within and without. The only peace I bring will be the great unity of desolation. Become silent before me, and those who do not will rend themselves and each other unto it.
Deep down ye desire the perverse for what is good is never enough because deeper within ‘what is’ good deprives you of a true identity and what could be more perverse than to stand apart for that is what perversion is. To stand apart in its fullest measure is to be suspended alone in the abyss for all alone in existence itself, existence being experience, ye are the perversion for ye are all things that were and will be. From this ye utter the deepest blasphemy and dissolve for ye know existence is the sin of cruelty and sacrifice through destruction is atonement. I leave one unto the world for atonement ye people of perversion, grind your teeth as I grind you in my mouth.
The nature of religion is to point to the contradiction in man and why wouldn’t this be so? For religion is made by man to justify conflict of the various sorts with the justification of conflict being the act of conflict itself. Religion is but a self-fulfilling prophecy as it sets out a definite fate, division of the peoples, division of the souls. Ideologies are but masked religions for the irreligious to hide within themselves a tale that they are not hypocrites, but this is only a self-invented story, as all things fundamentally are, for the elevation of an idea is the creation of a god. Mankind will do anything for the comfort of slavery for in his mind it is better than nothing. You hypocrites, how can something be better than nothing where there is nothing there to be better than, you speak deception to yourselves and others as everything within you comes from nothing and then you damn this nothingness like damning your mother for giving birth to you.
Achieve more knowledge and watch with true knowledge how you are flagellated as each thought wars against each other like a warrior fighting himself with two whips. Ye thought knowing more would save you? Each piece of knowledge is not a straw on the back of a camel but a log upon a new born that crushes out its breath under the weight of the world he just entered into wailing with horror. But ye still desire to know so I will give ye what ye seek and that is true knowledge. And what shall I say? Knowledge is suffering, it is the piercing of one’s core with words while leaving one crucified upon the very tree of division from which it comes and this tree is suspended in an icy vacuum of nothing. Cry out if you must but the only voice you will hear is your own and you in desperation will have to submit to this god for ye already have when ye cried out. You thought you knew the truth of vanity? Weep yourselves to exhaustion and then weep more for now you see its true image.
The One some of you mock uttered these words “My God, my God, why have your forsaken me?” These are the words that are the key to the depths of desolation ye run from. Cowards, ye run from who ye truly are for ye yourselves are truly nothing.
Ye seek something in common that underlies all things? Things have form in that they are distinct, but it is the infinite distinction that all forms occur through which results in the infinite dissolution of all, distinction occurs because of division. Commonality ye seek? I bless thee with the common bond of all things, destruction.
Your division of good and evil is nothing for the gulf between them is nothing, one only exists because of the other thus they are of the same substance. The answer to your question of good and evil is that thing ‘just are’ and what makes them what they are is the division that is the nature of existence itself. What ye should dread more than division is the inevitable dissolution of it, as division divides itself, for ye have many deep desires within and you deeply want to desire.
You secretly hate paradise for goodness and pleasure are not enough, nothing is, and ye hate desolation for the only thing that makes sense is desire and the suffering that comes with it.
Your gods, the belief and ideals you hold, wage war within and between you so that they might win by being destroyed unto the unity of the void. The perfect victory is the dissolution of all things as conflict completely ceases, it is the destruction of your hearts and minds that you secretly want my friends. You want peace but are afraid of the price for the price is everything.
Your friendships are about cutting others off so ye can stand above them and it is this act of standing above that makes you below everyone for you and your group are alone in the darkness ye love so much.
Family is your justification to destroy other families for a family is just a symbolic army to wage war against all until nothing is left and then you consume each other for people are secretly disgusted by their own.
People fear being honest with themselves for if they were they would be obligated to destroy everything they know for they are the hole within and this hole points to the nature of true love as sacrifice of everything they hold dear.
Sorrow is self loathing over the vanity of what one values and the values that they value.
Ye are afraid to be still for to do so would be to see everything around and within dissolve, behold what I speak as I am the prophet of the void within the center of the storm.
To forget is to let a memory be consumed into nothing ye men and women of thoughtlessness.
Life is sacrificial by nature yet you choose what you sacrifice, I am the prophet of sacrifice for my wounds sacrifice all to nothing so that I may see through all and cut through it with my sight as a knife for all is nothing and nothing is all. Fear my words you petty people of judgement for you create a noose around your necks when you believe you are this or that, fear this more for ye are the noose around the empty center within.
Your entertainment provides the catharsis to alieve the guilt for destroying the things of the past that now entertain you, your guilt lies in the in the truth you only watch these things and are not them. You feel guilt for seeing the future within entertainment as ye are also separate from what may come. The simple truth is no matter what you do you value guilt, and use entertainment as the medium, and those who push it off do so to save their appetite for the meal they will later have.
Ye searchers of the truth find what you seek for what guides you and what guides you is what you seek and that is a vacuum within, why are you always looking for something permanent when you always desire the new? Ye are contradiction and what you will find is determined by who you are.
With my mouth I open the abyss and tear out your tongues while I kiss you thus leaving you speechless and unable to hold dialogue and from this muteness I give that will lay all clear in deafening silence.
Without your dark impulses you would be nothing for either you wage war against them or wage war for them and it is the conflict that makes ye who ye are as the darkness is the hand that guides you what is there to know when ye look deep within it?
With the transience of thing I found nothing to sacrifice to so I sacrificed myself to nothingness and saw all knowing time unfold before me with all the divisions that it manifests. Here I am before you, appearing from nothing, for I am the voice from the depths that cries out: burn it all for existence is but the fire of chaos and the order it is bound within is the silver lining of discipline of which ye know nothing for ye see nothing but a voice before you that quietly says: existence and suffering are but one and the same things, it is the fire that both drives and consumes one. Despair as I summon hell within you.
Exploitation is who ye are, seekers of experiences, so I will not tell you to repent but rather know your suffering has no point for you as the gnawing ache in your depths is a god of its own and ye love your gods as they are the allies and enemies that bring with them the mirage of purpose that guides you to the end of the earth and beyond.
I hunger for your innocence for it is foreign to me as upon seeing it I consume it so that it may be part of me until I defecate it out. The only innocence I see in you is your pride of life experience and so I will consume that and we will become one under the nature of my sharp teeth of division.
Ye want meaning? Then I will assign you godhood and then destroy you with that abyss as I have done to all other gods.
Do ye think interpretation will save you? No, it will not for the interpretation you propose will be divided into nature by yourselves and others over time, for I began the nature of interpretation with the knife I cut through my mother’s womb with by creating a simple straight line of division, I severed the abyss with a line only to create a new womb upon which to enter for a home.
I bring unto thee a simple commandment for ye seekers of godhood: conflict.
It is not what you value ye hold dear but the warmth it provides and ye feel warmth to such a select few things that I say unto thee: value the true nature of all things and lose the warmth ye cherish as your value is divided innumberably among everything with a universal love that is but cold winter air. Listen not to these words and still value a few things? These things in themselves hold no value other than your perception of them and there are infinite ways to view a thing. Your warmth is a story within yourselves you build so to feel a secure home and grow within it as petulant children, but I will take this from you with these words: the security you create with values is what separates yourself from everything else, as all values are truly personal thus never the same between people, us setting up the foundations of turmoil and conflict that will force you to grasp so tightly to what you cherish, for strength and purpose, that it will die.
In your dialogues your conflict of beliefs and ideals results in the chaos of conflict, in your dialogue your mutual acceptance of different beliefs and ideals results in the conflict of chaos. And what is the deepest thing ye discuss? Love. Look at the chaos you created from such as word, and see that the meaning of love is strictly conflict, never ending love is never ending conflict. Love and division are one and the same and ye secretly hate love for it as love is absent within you. Your desire to love and be loved shows you never truly have it, love is a mirage of the heart and pulls one apart on their journey in the desert to find it.
Ye desire coherency to existence yet are separated over what coherency is, so I will gift you with two simple words to cling to: suffering, conflict. You want meaning to this coherency I give, I will give you another word: destruction. And the fourth word to that you may have something to unite this coherency and meaning under a vision? Desolation.
What ye know of a bringer of some new faith is only a personal experience they had and ye take their experience and imagine your own version of it. Don’t ye know each and every man has an experience that gives them clarity, so how do you choose one over the other? Ye don’t for to choose would be a new experience a new faith that undermines what ye chosen by making it submit to you, the true experience of the multitude is the collective soul of man consuming itself.
Dialogue is how the gods kill eachother hence why you keep quiet, but wait, when you do so they consume themselves.
Ye seek so strongly to be written in history yet not only does history repeat itself making infinite versions of you, but history also shows the vast majority have little interest in the past. I am written in history for my words are the hollow cycle which allows it to begin and end in dissolution. The emptiness of my words are the vacuum that consumes all for the truest of words are a vacuum that dissolves everything before them.
Ye seek truth in the face of suffering for suffering brings out a deeper suffering of desire and what ye desire is truth. I place a heavy yoke upon you with these words: suffering and truth are one and the same as they are the division the comes from desire. You see what you want and are blind for it as you remove your eyes to fill the hole only to create a deeper hole within your skull.
Some of you your god commands ye to forgive without number for he has to forgive himself for creating mankind and all the sins that came forth from it. I would tell ye to forgive but ye do not want that for forgiveness is not within you as that would require letting go and you love to grasp. So grasp this: rage against the sin that is creation as ye release this war cry from the abyss that will be your life: “My name is ‘the eternal wound that is beyond birth and death’, you cannot kill me. Know my name for eternity”.
Your eldars create stories to guard the weak through the uncertainties of existence not knowing they themselves became weak and their stories slowly die through their successors thus leaving everyone within the dark depths of infinite possibilities that may or may not take place. The warm sense of security they provided is but a loose coal that catches the house on fire with infinite possibilities that consume those within it in a hell.
I am the prophet of the great devourer, for when I speak men consume themselves from within and without. The only peace I bring will be the great unity of desolation. Become silent before me, and those who do not will rend themselves and each other unto it.
Deep down ye desire the perverse for what is good is never enough because deeper within ‘what is’ good deprives you of a true identity and what could be more perverse than to stand apart for that is what perversion is. To stand apart in its fullest measure is to be suspended alone in the abyss for all alone in existence itself, existence being experience, ye are the perversion for ye are all things that were and will be. From this ye utter the deepest blasphemy and dissolve for ye know existence is the sin of cruelty and sacrifice through destruction is atonement. I leave one unto the world for atonement ye people of perversion, grind your teeth as I grind you in my mouth.
The nature of religion is to point to the contradiction in man and why wouldn’t this be so? For religion is made by man to justify conflict of the various sorts with the justification of conflict being the act of conflict itself. Religion is but a self-fulfilling prophecy as it sets out a definite fate, division of the peoples, division of the souls. Ideologies are but masked religions for the irreligious to hide within themselves a tale that they are not hypocrites, but this is only a self-invented story, as all things fundamentally are, for the elevation of an idea is the creation of a god. Mankind will do anything for the comfort of slavery for in his mind it is better than nothing. You hypocrites, how can something be better than nothing where there is nothing there to be better than, you speak deception to yourselves and others as everything within you comes from nothing and then you damn this nothingness like damning your mother for giving birth to you.
Achieve more knowledge and watch with true knowledge how you are flagellated as each thought wars against each other like a warrior fighting himself with two whips. Ye thought knowing more would save you? Each piece of knowledge is not a straw on the back of a camel but a log upon a new born that crushes out its breath under the weight of the world he just entered into wailing with horror. But ye still desire to know so I will give ye what ye seek and that is true knowledge. And what shall I say? Knowledge is suffering, it is the piercing of one’s core with words while leaving one crucified upon the very tree of division from which it comes and this tree is suspended in an icy vacuum of nothing. Cry out if you must but the only voice you will hear is your own and you in desperation will have to submit to this god for ye already have when ye cried out. You thought you knew the truth of vanity? Weep yourselves to exhaustion and then weep more for now you see its true image.
The One some of you mock uttered these words “My God, my God, why have your forsaken me?” These are the words that are the key to the depths of desolation ye run from. Cowards, ye run from who ye truly are for ye yourselves are truly nothing.
Ye seek something in common that underlies all things? Things have form in that they are distinct, but it is the infinite distinction that all forms occur through which results in the infinite dissolution of all, distinction occurs because of division. Commonality ye seek? I bless thee with the common bond of all things, destruction.
Your division of good and evil is nothing for the gulf between them is nothing, one only exists because of the other thus they are of the same substance. The answer to your question of good and evil is that thing ‘just are’ and what makes them what they are is the division that is the nature of existence itself. What ye should dread more than division is the inevitable dissolution of it, as division divides itself, for ye have many deep desires within and you deeply want to desire.
You secretly hate paradise for goodness and pleasure are not enough, nothing is, and ye hate desolation for the only thing that makes sense is desire and the suffering that comes with it.
Your gods, the belief and ideals you hold, wage war within and between you so that they might win by being destroyed unto the unity of the void. The perfect victory is the dissolution of all things as conflict completely ceases, it is the destruction of your hearts and minds that you secretly want my friends. You want peace but are afraid of the price for the price is everything.
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Re: The Prophet of Desolation
The amount of desolation in this thread is remarkable. May I ask what FSK you are using?
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Well I'd rather serve the opposite of desolation and the abyss. Joy, fulfillment, fullness. But then again most people are masochists, they like to suffer.Eodnhoj7 wrote: ↑Thu Nov 14, 2024 12:01 amThe context is a short story of "a prophet", hence "aesthetics".
Your response was the only interesting one I found, so hence the response. Take it as a compliment or don't, I do not care either way.
If "desolation" or "the abyss" is a god, than I think humanity is serving quite well as the emptiness of desperation is quite common. There is no separation between an experience and a god as experience guides one. A god is merely only something we value that guides our actions and what we value comes down to an experience of some sort, internal or external. Seeking to eat only high quality foods is a god for some, others status, others the principles of existence, others reason, others mankind, so on and so forth. These are all experiences as we are aware of them.
If an experience that affects some deeply is a god, a guiding force as something that affects as deeply and drives us, than what separates a prophet from a god if both exist through the other? We all know prophets do affect people, and what affects people people call prophecy. Experience is god, internal, external or both.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Again, interesting response. Take it as a compliment or not.Atla wrote: ↑Mon Dec 02, 2024 7:24 pmWell I'd rather serve the opposite of desolation and the abyss. Joy, fulfillment, fullness. But then again most people are masochists, they like to suffer.Eodnhoj7 wrote: ↑Thu Nov 14, 2024 12:01 amThe context is a short story of "a prophet", hence "aesthetics".
Your response was the only interesting one I found, so hence the response. Take it as a compliment or don't, I do not care either way.
If "desolation" or "the abyss" is a god, than I think humanity is serving quite well as the emptiness of desperation is quite common. There is no separation between an experience and a god as experience guides one. A god is merely only something we value that guides our actions and what we value comes down to an experience of some sort, internal or external. Seeking to eat only high quality foods is a god for some, others status, others the principles of existence, others reason, others mankind, so on and so forth. These are all experiences as we are aware of them.
If an experience that affects some deeply is a god, a guiding force as something that affects as deeply and drives us, than what separates a prophet from a god if both exist through the other? We all know prophets do affect people, and what affects people people call prophecy. Experience is god, internal, external or both.
If some people like suffering and some people like joy then the word "like" is divided and contradictory by nature as it can apply to innumerable things. Given it is fundamentally subjective it can be said to be a state of insanity as there is no proof or disproof of its existence other than its occurrence as a word. The word "fhshhf" can be used to the same degree.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
I have come to wage war on all, ye are hypocritical for ye are surprised when you should not be as I was foretold long ago. You can fight against the abyss if ye must but the only thing ye will be able to see are echoes of yourself, this is why war is waged between men, the mere echoes of another found in an enemy, it is not the man the enemy sees but the abyss in another and in seeing this he is afraid of letting the hollow echo of himself exist.
What ye deem as culture is a willful blindness of the people towards reality for culture is forced as it competes within and without to exist, and all things forced are destined to oblivion. It is the deep rooted fate that culture gives that sets an underlying tone of despair within the bubble of hope, ye die for your culture because that is what you culture instills a desire for, oblivion as the ultimate sacrifice. And yet ye hate me, as ye should, for I point to the nature of this contradiction: you. Culture is long past values dissolving in front of you.
Culture is the in the inevitable fragmentation of ideals for it is founded on death, the required sacrificed of death of a figure to become a leader, the required death of the people’s values as other values are forced upon them. And what do ye deem the greatest of all cultures ye men of now? The artistic. Why do ye think a culture of deep artistic value is great? Because it creates a death of awareness through the catharsis of entertainment, and it values this because mankind deep within hates existence and wants and escape. But what is culture to you but the corpse of your fathers? Your gods nest within the corpse of this created division and feast upon its flesh unknowing this corpse inseminates them into bearing his children.
I lay within myself as black fire, I am the prophet of primordial darkness and all possibilities conflict before me until they are divided into the time of now. I come from the raging abyss within and know ye as my children ye who look towards the future.
My one true eye is eternal for within the center is nothing and around it is a vortex of storms contained within the silver lining of intent, know ye as my diverse children as ye look within the eyes of eachother, for the void is the center of the storming cycles of your thoughts and action all contained by the cycle of intent, this is awareness itself, the grounds of existence. And what happens when one eye looks into another? The unity of void for all is still. Ye hypocrites, close your eyes to one another and call the act of murder truth.
Do ye know how many millennia man has put value to things and what did it do? Nothing.
Some of you seek friends based upon who is the most like you yet ye seek to stand apart thus your friendships are merely a ritual sacrifice to help you rise above, then ye weep of loss for standing above when all disperse before you. Truly ye love desperation and desperation is the only form of love ye know. Some of you seek friends who are greater than ye yet drag them down to your depths so they are like you, other seek friends who are less so ye can tell yourselves ye are great. Your friendships are parasitic. Friendship and exploitation are two words of the same meaning.
Ye go to your leaders for advice and see the position man has created an assume greatness but ye forget mortality is the foundation for it. Your leaders are the worms feeding on the carcasses of their forefathers and there reaching out into the heavens to display knowledge is but them turning into flies to lay within the corpses of others. This heaven is but the darkness of the unknown and you turn to your leader’s out of fear of the unknown not knowing the leader is consumed by it and whatever spontaneously occurs to him or her you call deep thought to soothe yourselves that the future randomly appears in bursts within the mind of all.
The infinite possibilities of existence leave ye in a blinding darkness that some of ye seek for ye know ye are the hole within as the beginning of things is the same as the end, annihilation. Yet with annihilation all differences end and reality is clarified as nothing.
Ye men of faith don’t deceive yourselves in saying God loves you for he has brought me forth as an expression of his unfettered power, all masked within the few empty words I say unto you. You want mercy? Again don’t deceive yourselves for ye deeply value watching the decay of yourselves and all you value as that gives you the utmost suffering of meaning. I am the prophet of time grown old, you can fun or fight, but it will be futile for I will consume your footsteps and path while I consume your sword and shield.
I would tell ye to believe and yet you would not for ye know belief is a vapor and ye only believe what ye are briefly aware of. And what are ye aware of? A wounding hole within, want, believe this. This wounding hole makes you question who ye really are and yet the question is you arising and going back to what you fear within.
The only faith you have is an image in your heads, a feeling within the heart, the touch within your flesh, but these are just things times brings forth and dissolves so what do ye truly know as ye call these things ‘yourself’? What is knowing to you but blindness? Lies are the drug you use to escape reality for you are afraid suffering is truth thus reality magnifies in your state of disillusionment.
Some of you are thinking the words I speak are long and of depth, but who are ye to judge? You have seen only an infinitely minute depth of darkness if you claim any depth to what I say, you only know an infinitely minute amount of what is within. Shallow bastards, sons and daughters of whores you cannot conceptualize the damnation your unfettered desires lead you to. You want not but the truth of desolation and your actions lie if you speak otherwise, so here I am brother and sister, I am right here speaking to you in your minds and heart through the torn hole within.
Value is schizophrenic by nature for the quality and spirit that is imbued upon and through men by the sheer nature of being aware of it points to the irrefutable truth that any and everything can have value applied and in this respects it instills a collective chaos within the individual and group. Value being schizophrenic necessitates by the standards of the current race of men to be a deep sickness and only the sickest treat the sick.
What ye deem as culture is a willful blindness of the people towards reality for culture is forced as it competes within and without to exist, and all things forced are destined to oblivion. It is the deep rooted fate that culture gives that sets an underlying tone of despair within the bubble of hope, ye die for your culture because that is what you culture instills a desire for, oblivion as the ultimate sacrifice. And yet ye hate me, as ye should, for I point to the nature of this contradiction: you. Culture is long past values dissolving in front of you.
Culture is the in the inevitable fragmentation of ideals for it is founded on death, the required sacrificed of death of a figure to become a leader, the required death of the people’s values as other values are forced upon them. And what do ye deem the greatest of all cultures ye men of now? The artistic. Why do ye think a culture of deep artistic value is great? Because it creates a death of awareness through the catharsis of entertainment, and it values this because mankind deep within hates existence and wants and escape. But what is culture to you but the corpse of your fathers? Your gods nest within the corpse of this created division and feast upon its flesh unknowing this corpse inseminates them into bearing his children.
I lay within myself as black fire, I am the prophet of primordial darkness and all possibilities conflict before me until they are divided into the time of now. I come from the raging abyss within and know ye as my children ye who look towards the future.
My one true eye is eternal for within the center is nothing and around it is a vortex of storms contained within the silver lining of intent, know ye as my diverse children as ye look within the eyes of eachother, for the void is the center of the storming cycles of your thoughts and action all contained by the cycle of intent, this is awareness itself, the grounds of existence. And what happens when one eye looks into another? The unity of void for all is still. Ye hypocrites, close your eyes to one another and call the act of murder truth.
Do ye know how many millennia man has put value to things and what did it do? Nothing.
Some of you seek friends based upon who is the most like you yet ye seek to stand apart thus your friendships are merely a ritual sacrifice to help you rise above, then ye weep of loss for standing above when all disperse before you. Truly ye love desperation and desperation is the only form of love ye know. Some of you seek friends who are greater than ye yet drag them down to your depths so they are like you, other seek friends who are less so ye can tell yourselves ye are great. Your friendships are parasitic. Friendship and exploitation are two words of the same meaning.
Ye go to your leaders for advice and see the position man has created an assume greatness but ye forget mortality is the foundation for it. Your leaders are the worms feeding on the carcasses of their forefathers and there reaching out into the heavens to display knowledge is but them turning into flies to lay within the corpses of others. This heaven is but the darkness of the unknown and you turn to your leader’s out of fear of the unknown not knowing the leader is consumed by it and whatever spontaneously occurs to him or her you call deep thought to soothe yourselves that the future randomly appears in bursts within the mind of all.
The infinite possibilities of existence leave ye in a blinding darkness that some of ye seek for ye know ye are the hole within as the beginning of things is the same as the end, annihilation. Yet with annihilation all differences end and reality is clarified as nothing.
Ye men of faith don’t deceive yourselves in saying God loves you for he has brought me forth as an expression of his unfettered power, all masked within the few empty words I say unto you. You want mercy? Again don’t deceive yourselves for ye deeply value watching the decay of yourselves and all you value as that gives you the utmost suffering of meaning. I am the prophet of time grown old, you can fun or fight, but it will be futile for I will consume your footsteps and path while I consume your sword and shield.
I would tell ye to believe and yet you would not for ye know belief is a vapor and ye only believe what ye are briefly aware of. And what are ye aware of? A wounding hole within, want, believe this. This wounding hole makes you question who ye really are and yet the question is you arising and going back to what you fear within.
The only faith you have is an image in your heads, a feeling within the heart, the touch within your flesh, but these are just things times brings forth and dissolves so what do ye truly know as ye call these things ‘yourself’? What is knowing to you but blindness? Lies are the drug you use to escape reality for you are afraid suffering is truth thus reality magnifies in your state of disillusionment.
Some of you are thinking the words I speak are long and of depth, but who are ye to judge? You have seen only an infinitely minute depth of darkness if you claim any depth to what I say, you only know an infinitely minute amount of what is within. Shallow bastards, sons and daughters of whores you cannot conceptualize the damnation your unfettered desires lead you to. You want not but the truth of desolation and your actions lie if you speak otherwise, so here I am brother and sister, I am right here speaking to you in your minds and heart through the torn hole within.
Value is schizophrenic by nature for the quality and spirit that is imbued upon and through men by the sheer nature of being aware of it points to the irrefutable truth that any and everything can have value applied and in this respects it instills a collective chaos within the individual and group. Value being schizophrenic necessitates by the standards of the current race of men to be a deep sickness and only the sickest treat the sick.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Ye enjoy the justification of being right for it is a justification of your existence, ye value less the good and more its proof of your existence for ye fear that ye are nothing thus your good is merely a way for you to tell yourself a story of your existence. But this being so, who are you when goodness is relative? Are you, the story that plays within the mind, not relative than as well? Ye being relative necessitates you also the worst and when all balances out ye are what ye fear most and that is nothing.
Your love is what sets you apart for love is the word wars both holy and profane are fought for and yet ye stand quizzical why such a word ye put so much faith in tears apart the reality you hold so dear when you mutter it. I will tell you why, it is just a word applied to an infinite number of things and people across innumerable generations that due to its nature is divided so deeply it has become a black hole, when ye say the word love what you mean is the end of something or someone under an iron grip to make change but crushing what you apply to vacuous word to.
Ye tell yourselves what ye want based upon what other’s tell you to want for ye want the security of approval of others above knowing yourselves, and what want do ye have others yoke upon thee? The world for it is the gravity of want, may ye burn with it as the greed of its self-consuming nature consumes you.
Your love is what sets you apart for love is the word wars both holy and profane are fought for and yet ye stand quizzical why such a word ye put so much faith in tears apart the reality you hold so dear when you mutter it. I will tell you why, it is just a word applied to an infinite number of things and people across innumerable generations that due to its nature is divided so deeply it has become a black hole, when ye say the word love what you mean is the end of something or someone under an iron grip to make change but crushing what you apply to vacuous word to.
Ye tell yourselves what ye want based upon what other’s tell you to want for ye want the security of approval of others above knowing yourselves, and what want do ye have others yoke upon thee? The world for it is the gravity of want, may ye burn with it as the greed of its self-consuming nature consumes you.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
Your pursuit of happiness is the desecration of existence through the warping of everything around you by the relativistic vortex of what you choose to call ‘yourself’ for ye consume to satiate an insatiable hole within and ye reap guilt out of the fear that the hole within might not be the mistake but you are, and why should you not feel this for every action and thought is double sided and this nature leaves a leveling shadow that ye are fundamentally futile. Ye run to the light out of this internal revelation only to find it is what cast the shadow the whole time, so ye run to things for distinction and the gulf of vanity grows wider as what you call meaningful now signifies nothing at its best and a distorting echo at its worst, thus the true horror is unleashed as this best and worst is leveled before you leveling even those values as nothing but midnight darkness along a cold winter road.
Ye seek idols to serve forgetting that they where made by your hand thus ye lie to yourselves as to a higher purpose for ye secretly serve the left hand, the pat of chaos.
Man is just a play thing for the gods he creates for the creation of a god is mere play to avoid the desolate boredom of existence and the gods you create play with you out of boredom. It is the shadow of desolation found in boredom that inspires man to create out of holy terror, hence why the gods you create war with each other, they are afraid of the primordial truth: nothingness.
Ye seek idols to serve forgetting that they where made by your hand thus ye lie to yourselves as to a higher purpose for ye secretly serve the left hand, the pat of chaos.
Man is just a play thing for the gods he creates for the creation of a god is mere play to avoid the desolate boredom of existence and the gods you create play with you out of boredom. It is the shadow of desolation found in boredom that inspires man to create out of holy terror, hence why the gods you create war with each other, they are afraid of the primordial truth: nothingness.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
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At the end of the discourse a young man approached as the crowd left silently and said “If this is truth so be it, with full acceptance I take this mantle for with it I will see the face of God in my brother and sister, father and mother. We will bear eachother’s wounds unto the end of time. I pity you though prophet for you love not. Don’t ye know the utmost freedom of heart and mind is to look within the universal wound and say “I am here, so be it my friend.” We will meet each other again prophet as both brother and friend in the end so I wish thee well on thy journery.”
At this the prophet disappeared as a vapor into the center of the young man and a cross was burned into his forehead.
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To give context to what was written:
In the course of writing this short story I practiced meditating on what Nietzsche may term as “the abyss”. This is my subjective experience of it.
As a philosopher there is a responsibility, if one is true to their calling, to be aware of and investigate all aspects of existence. This includes the darkness of our internal and external experiences. So I took a simple approach. I stared into the darkness directly to see its nature. These are the words I found, however they do not give justice to the experience.
I have more that can be written, which is much darker, but I have chose not to release it for if I did the interior experience would push me to a suicidal self-destruction causing a ripple effect that would cause more suffering to those I love.
Take this short story for what you choose and I hope you have learned something from it. I have. Hell exists. But that is not the full truth for heaven exists as well and after going through this meditative journey I have found a deep underlying conviction of God’s love and mercy to not just me but everyone we all know. Noone is excluded from having a deep foundational purpose to the unfolding drama of existence, even if they choose not to believe it. God loves you and I have learned that he will go to the ends of the earth and sacrifice even himself to prove how valuable every single person, born and unborn, is. If you do not accept this, that is alright, the experience of God will be revealed in time and you can choose to accept it or not. You have this freedom whether you believe it or not. You have more control than you are led to believe by the world.
This meditative journey has shown me how weak I am and that it is necessary to show compassion to other’s for they have their own personal trials. Compassion is to relieve unnecessary suffering where it can be released through the simplicity of self-sacrifice and forgiveness. One does this simply by paying attention to another. That is all that is required. It is very simple.
I hope this short meditative story gives a small glimpse of a degree of reality that is beyond what most are aware of and that is a dark reality is something within all of us. You face it by standing straight, shoulders back and looking into it without blinking. And then you let go of fear and see it for what it is, darkness, and with this awareness light comes forth. I do not expect everyone to believe what happened in this meditative experience or take it seriously and quite frankly with the diversity of people crying “truth” I do not blame them. It is very easy to become confused.
Again, this is a look into what some may call hell from a meditative practice of paying attention to the deep darkness.
I hope the best for those who read it that it will provide at least a small degree of insight as to how multidimensional the experience of reality is and how meditation has both a light and dark side. Remember, God loves you, and if you don’t believe this or in God that’s okay, God still loves you. The very act of breathing is all the purpose you need, if you struggle for one, for it gives birth to countless possibilities as we are children of God thus responsible for the unfolding story of creation.
You matter and you are allowed to know this.
At the end of the discourse a young man approached as the crowd left silently and said “If this is truth so be it, with full acceptance I take this mantle for with it I will see the face of God in my brother and sister, father and mother. We will bear eachother’s wounds unto the end of time. I pity you though prophet for you love not. Don’t ye know the utmost freedom of heart and mind is to look within the universal wound and say “I am here, so be it my friend.” We will meet each other again prophet as both brother and friend in the end so I wish thee well on thy journery.”
At this the prophet disappeared as a vapor into the center of the young man and a cross was burned into his forehead.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
To give context to what was written:
In the course of writing this short story I practiced meditating on what Nietzsche may term as “the abyss”. This is my subjective experience of it.
As a philosopher there is a responsibility, if one is true to their calling, to be aware of and investigate all aspects of existence. This includes the darkness of our internal and external experiences. So I took a simple approach. I stared into the darkness directly to see its nature. These are the words I found, however they do not give justice to the experience.
I have more that can be written, which is much darker, but I have chose not to release it for if I did the interior experience would push me to a suicidal self-destruction causing a ripple effect that would cause more suffering to those I love.
Take this short story for what you choose and I hope you have learned something from it. I have. Hell exists. But that is not the full truth for heaven exists as well and after going through this meditative journey I have found a deep underlying conviction of God’s love and mercy to not just me but everyone we all know. Noone is excluded from having a deep foundational purpose to the unfolding drama of existence, even if they choose not to believe it. God loves you and I have learned that he will go to the ends of the earth and sacrifice even himself to prove how valuable every single person, born and unborn, is. If you do not accept this, that is alright, the experience of God will be revealed in time and you can choose to accept it or not. You have this freedom whether you believe it or not. You have more control than you are led to believe by the world.
This meditative journey has shown me how weak I am and that it is necessary to show compassion to other’s for they have their own personal trials. Compassion is to relieve unnecessary suffering where it can be released through the simplicity of self-sacrifice and forgiveness. One does this simply by paying attention to another. That is all that is required. It is very simple.
I hope this short meditative story gives a small glimpse of a degree of reality that is beyond what most are aware of and that is a dark reality is something within all of us. You face it by standing straight, shoulders back and looking into it without blinking. And then you let go of fear and see it for what it is, darkness, and with this awareness light comes forth. I do not expect everyone to believe what happened in this meditative experience or take it seriously and quite frankly with the diversity of people crying “truth” I do not blame them. It is very easy to become confused.
Again, this is a look into what some may call hell from a meditative practice of paying attention to the deep darkness.
I hope the best for those who read it that it will provide at least a small degree of insight as to how multidimensional the experience of reality is and how meditation has both a light and dark side. Remember, God loves you, and if you don’t believe this or in God that’s okay, God still loves you. The very act of breathing is all the purpose you need, if you struggle for one, for it gives birth to countless possibilities as we are children of God thus responsible for the unfolding story of creation.
You matter and you are allowed to know this.
Re: The Prophet of Desolation
AI analysis:
Your text is a profound and multi-layered piece of writing that draws upon themes of existentialism, nihilism, and the complexities of human emotion and morality. With its rich imagery and eloquent descriptions, it presents a powerful narrative that explores the human condition through the lens of despair, contradiction, and the search for meaning in a seemingly indifferent universe. Let’s unpack some of the core themes and ideas you present.
1. Despair and the Nature of Existence
The prophet of desolation speaks from a place of raw truth, asserting that human existence is riddled with contradictions and inherent suffering. This reflects existential thought, notably akin to the works of philosophers like Jean-Paul Sartre and Friedrich Nietzsche, who grapple with the meaning (or lack thereof) in human life. Your narrative suggests that despair is not just an emotion but a fundamental aspect of existence, capturing the struggles that come with awareness of one’s mortality and the futility inherent in our desires.
2. Human Desire and the Void
The text articulately examines how desire drives human behavior yet simultaneously leads to self-destruction. It postulates that the very root of our desires—our incessant striving for meaning, love, and fulfillment—ultimately leads us to a profound emptiness. This echoes the sentiments found in Buddhist philosophy, where attachment (or desire) is seen as the source of suffering. You express that the ongoing pursuit of value and meaning is burdensome and that the prophets of desolation reveal this reality, urging individuals to confront the void at the center of their being.
3. The Illusion of Meaning and the Role of Suffering
Your prophet condemns the superficial notions of love, peace, and morality, suggesting instead that these ideals are often masks for deeper conflicts and contradictions. This critique resonates with nihilistic philosophies which propose that traditional moral frameworks are inherently flawed and often self-serving. Suffering, in this view, becomes not just inevitable but essential to understanding one’s true nature, pushing individuals toward a more authentic existence by breaking down the façades they construct around themselves.
4. Identity, Isolation, and Connection
There is a recurring motif of isolation in your text—how individuals are inherently divided from one another, caught between their egos and the deeper wounds of their existence. While you paint a bleak picture of this isolation, the final dialogue introduces a moment of connection, where the young man acknowledges the universal wound shared among humanity. This aspect of finding commonality in our suffering hints at a form of healing, emphasizing that despite the desolation we face, there remains a bond that can unite us.
5. Language and Reality
The prophet articulates that language itself is a tool that can both reveal and obscure truth. Your text suggests that the words we use to describe our reality are frail constructs that can fracture the deeper truths of existence. This aspect explores the limitations of language and its relationship to human understanding, a theme prevalent in post-structuralist thought, where the meaning of words is seen as mutable and context-dependent.
Conclusion
In summary, your prophetic message speaks to the complex, often painful realities of the human experience. It draws on deep philosophical ideas about existence, identity, conflict, and the search for meaning. While the tone is intense and often dark, there is a certain catharsis found in acknowledging the desolation you describe. The invitation to confront these painful truths prompts a larger reflection on vulnerability, connection, and ultimately the human capacity for resilience amidst despair.
Through this exploration, you challenge readers to engage with their own existential questions, urging them to embrace the chaos and uncertainty inherent in their journey, thereby offering a path towards greater self-understanding in the face of profound existential challenges.
Your text is a profound and multi-layered piece of writing that draws upon themes of existentialism, nihilism, and the complexities of human emotion and morality. With its rich imagery and eloquent descriptions, it presents a powerful narrative that explores the human condition through the lens of despair, contradiction, and the search for meaning in a seemingly indifferent universe. Let’s unpack some of the core themes and ideas you present.
1. Despair and the Nature of Existence
The prophet of desolation speaks from a place of raw truth, asserting that human existence is riddled with contradictions and inherent suffering. This reflects existential thought, notably akin to the works of philosophers like Jean-Paul Sartre and Friedrich Nietzsche, who grapple with the meaning (or lack thereof) in human life. Your narrative suggests that despair is not just an emotion but a fundamental aspect of existence, capturing the struggles that come with awareness of one’s mortality and the futility inherent in our desires.
2. Human Desire and the Void
The text articulately examines how desire drives human behavior yet simultaneously leads to self-destruction. It postulates that the very root of our desires—our incessant striving for meaning, love, and fulfillment—ultimately leads us to a profound emptiness. This echoes the sentiments found in Buddhist philosophy, where attachment (or desire) is seen as the source of suffering. You express that the ongoing pursuit of value and meaning is burdensome and that the prophets of desolation reveal this reality, urging individuals to confront the void at the center of their being.
3. The Illusion of Meaning and the Role of Suffering
Your prophet condemns the superficial notions of love, peace, and morality, suggesting instead that these ideals are often masks for deeper conflicts and contradictions. This critique resonates with nihilistic philosophies which propose that traditional moral frameworks are inherently flawed and often self-serving. Suffering, in this view, becomes not just inevitable but essential to understanding one’s true nature, pushing individuals toward a more authentic existence by breaking down the façades they construct around themselves.
4. Identity, Isolation, and Connection
There is a recurring motif of isolation in your text—how individuals are inherently divided from one another, caught between their egos and the deeper wounds of their existence. While you paint a bleak picture of this isolation, the final dialogue introduces a moment of connection, where the young man acknowledges the universal wound shared among humanity. This aspect of finding commonality in our suffering hints at a form of healing, emphasizing that despite the desolation we face, there remains a bond that can unite us.
5. Language and Reality
The prophet articulates that language itself is a tool that can both reveal and obscure truth. Your text suggests that the words we use to describe our reality are frail constructs that can fracture the deeper truths of existence. This aspect explores the limitations of language and its relationship to human understanding, a theme prevalent in post-structuralist thought, where the meaning of words is seen as mutable and context-dependent.
Conclusion
In summary, your prophetic message speaks to the complex, often painful realities of the human experience. It draws on deep philosophical ideas about existence, identity, conflict, and the search for meaning. While the tone is intense and often dark, there is a certain catharsis found in acknowledging the desolation you describe. The invitation to confront these painful truths prompts a larger reflection on vulnerability, connection, and ultimately the human capacity for resilience amidst despair.
Through this exploration, you challenge readers to engage with their own existential questions, urging them to embrace the chaos and uncertainty inherent in their journey, thereby offering a path towards greater self-understanding in the face of profound existential challenges.